See why the fashion police let me out off with a compliment without an arrest.
|I’ve been Nike all my life, but there was a time when I stepped into my Prada and met Johnny Walker on the way. It was a happy hour but he told me to keep walking, you'll make it. I know its not Gucci advice, but yin and yang took the color out of my Louis Vuitton. That's why I went to see Dr. Martins the other day. But I was high on Diesel when the Fashion Police stopped me. It happened in DC on my way to the Ritz. I was on Vanity Fair looking for True Religion when we eyed each other. She wanted to know my Brand. I looked her straight in her Rayban glace and said, Officer, I don't have an Armani with you. I am Valentino Versace, give me your Parker and I will Signature you my Rolex. She just stood like Hugo Boss in his Hush Puppies. Like I was in a Tribal Theory or something.
Her Levi Denim and Lacoste badge gave me the Fear of God. I started to QuickSilver. I'm in for some deep Dior you' all. I wanted to phone my Loreal and tell her I might not be sleeping at our Sagebrook Home tonight. Her Urban Expression turned my Ambeance into Decay. You could tell she wasn't a Yess lady when I pulled out my Samsung to phone. I thought she was going to throw an Apple at me but I wasn't going to stand there like a Flos. I was ready to DKNY if anything should happen.
Finally like a Good American she gave me a Red Kap and send me off to Disney land for more Xtreme xoxo. And in case you were wondering why she didn't Trademark Trotter me. It was because of my cute Puppy Paw sneakers and the world peace socks I bought from Pariz. She concluded that my 20 20 Challenge Cap motivated her to Dream Big and so she left me standing there in my Kings cross hoody. I hope you too will look good in your Pariz gear. The best thing about it it came to me shipping cost-free. So to all you goody shoppers out there a Merry Christmas and joyful season from me at Pariz.Fashion