Ode to Vegas Rump!

Las Vegas, Nevada. Sin City. What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas. Well, mostly anyway. Too bad for this fashion villian this is too good to keep to myself.

Where to begin... Oh, yes, the jeans. I'm not sure who allowed this tragedy to happen to the golden tradition of american blue jeans. But, some one deserves a slashing for their creation. And two slashes to anyone who purchases them!

On to the top. Yes that is her black bra strap with pink lace. And sadly the camera failed to capture the fact that the yellow part of her shirt hanging off the shoulder is actually a zipper that travels all the way across her back.

With that being said. "Hell yeah sista for letting those stretch marks sparkle in the sunshine!"

(And, yes, the lady in the leopard suite is with her.)