The Hips Don't Lie
Okay, this is for all those women who wear hip huggers...and shouldn't.
The current rage of hip huggers is almost an epidemic. Everywhere you look women are donning these atrocities and thinking they look fashionable and (shudder) attractive.
Well, they're not. For one, most people wear their jeans tight. Women wear them unbearable so. And when you are wearing hip huggers tight, jeans no longer become sexy. Having your love handles pour over the sides of the fabric is NOT sexy. It actually looks uncomfortable. Why would anyone want a wade of material bunched up under their bellies? Not to mention those who's thong bikini's peak (practically wave) out the back. Honestly, hip huggers were not made for everyone. Case in point.
I was at Wal-Mart (my home away from home) two weeks ago, and there were a gaggle of girls ranging from 15-20 something, all of them wearing hip huggers. Out of the 5 or 6 young ladies (and I am using the term 'ladies' loosely) only two of them looked okay in their apparrel. The others were stuffed to near bursting and their tops (what little there was of them) left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And trust when I say that my imagination would have been kinder.
Sigh. What it wrong with these women?
Last summer I was at the beach with my daughter and a three young girls (and I mean young - 14, 15) were nearly nude. Almost all the guys on the beach noticed them and were practically zombie-ized by the display. The girls became offened and uncomfortable. One had the nerve to say "Jesus, what the fuck are they staring at?"
Well. Let's see. Your asses are hanging out of your bikini bottoms. The top barely covers your nipples, and the strings are barely keeping what little is covered...covered. They want to walk on the beach with almost nothing, and I do mean NOTHING on and then bitch because men are staring at them? Oh please. Go stand on a corner. At least you'd get paid. And if you want to be naked in public, then go to a nude beach.
My father would have killed me. I wouldn't have made it out of the house without a bra on and my body covered. When I worked in the office of a local highschool, we sent several girls home because you could their b**bs hanging out the bottom of their shirts. If shirt is what you called the two strips of material they were wearing. And other instances included girls not wearing underwear with mini-mini skirts. I was so shocked that I didn't know what think, especially when the parents came in and asked what was wrong with their kids appareal.
What the hell do you mean "what's wrong?"
Parents are clueless and most disgust me. I don't let my daughter associate with a lot of kids because of their parents. And if I don't know the parents my daughter doesn't play with their kid. Period. That is an absolute. I really don't care if everyone thinks I am choosing my daughters friends...because I am. Her friends know what I expect of them and when they are in my presence they will be respectful or they will be out the door and out of my daughters life. One of her little friends found that out the hard way. She isn't allowed around anymore.
Hey. It's my way or the highway. My daughter is not going to end up pregnant, doped, and skilless, before she is 18. Over my dead decaying body. My daughter is bright, funny, beautiful, and the most important, the most valuable, thing in my life. She is an investment of love, time, and sacrifice and all shall not be in vain.
So, forgive me my sweet baby, you don't get the hip huggers you wanted. Besides, their over $50 a pair and their not even cute.
Hippy Hippy Shake Song
For goodness sake,
I've got the hippy hippy shake.
I've got the shake,
oh the hippy hippy shake.
Oo I can't keep still
with the hippy hippy shake.
I get my fill
with that hippy hippy shake.
Oo my babe,
aw the hippy hippy shake.
Well now you shake it to the left,
you shake it to the right.
Do the hippy shake shake
with all of your might.
And you shake.
Oh you shake.
Oo my babe.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Well now you shake it to the left,
you shake it to the right.
Do the hippy shake shake
with all of your might.
And you shake.
Yes you shake.
Oo my babe.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Yeah the hippy hippy shake.
Oh yeah.
The current rage of hip huggers is almost an epidemic. Everywhere you look women are donning these atrocities and thinking they look fashionable and (shudder) attractive.
Well, they're not. For one, most people wear their jeans tight. Women wear them unbearable so. And when you are wearing hip huggers tight, jeans no longer become sexy. Having your love handles pour over the sides of the fabric is NOT sexy. It actually looks uncomfortable. Why would anyone want a wade of material bunched up under their bellies? Not to mention those who's thong bikini's peak (practically wave) out the back. Honestly, hip huggers were not made for everyone. Case in point.
I was at Wal-Mart (my home away from home) two weeks ago, and there were a gaggle of girls ranging from 15-20 something, all of them wearing hip huggers. Out of the 5 or 6 young ladies (and I am using the term 'ladies' loosely) only two of them looked okay in their apparrel. The others were stuffed to near bursting and their tops (what little there was of them) left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And trust when I say that my imagination would have been kinder.
Sigh. What it wrong with these women?
Last summer I was at the beach with my daughter and a three young girls (and I mean young - 14, 15) were nearly nude. Almost all the guys on the beach noticed them and were practically zombie-ized by the display. The girls became offened and uncomfortable. One had the nerve to say "Jesus, what the fuck are they staring at?"
Well. Let's see. Your asses are hanging out of your bikini bottoms. The top barely covers your nipples, and the strings are barely keeping what little is covered...covered. They want to walk on the beach with almost nothing, and I do mean NOTHING on and then bitch because men are staring at them? Oh please. Go stand on a corner. At least you'd get paid. And if you want to be naked in public, then go to a nude beach.
My father would have killed me. I wouldn't have made it out of the house without a bra on and my body covered. When I worked in the office of a local highschool, we sent several girls home because you could their b**bs hanging out the bottom of their shirts. If shirt is what you called the two strips of material they were wearing. And other instances included girls not wearing underwear with mini-mini skirts. I was so shocked that I didn't know what think, especially when the parents came in and asked what was wrong with their kids appareal.
What the hell do you mean "what's wrong?"
Parents are clueless and most disgust me. I don't let my daughter associate with a lot of kids because of their parents. And if I don't know the parents my daughter doesn't play with their kid. Period. That is an absolute. I really don't care if everyone thinks I am choosing my daughters friends...because I am. Her friends know what I expect of them and when they are in my presence they will be respectful or they will be out the door and out of my daughters life. One of her little friends found that out the hard way. She isn't allowed around anymore.
Hey. It's my way or the highway. My daughter is not going to end up pregnant, doped, and skilless, before she is 18. Over my dead decaying body. My daughter is bright, funny, beautiful, and the most important, the most valuable, thing in my life. She is an investment of love, time, and sacrifice and all shall not be in vain.
So, forgive me my sweet baby, you don't get the hip huggers you wanted. Besides, their over $50 a pair and their not even cute.
Hippy Hippy Shake Song
For goodness sake,
I've got the hippy hippy shake.
I've got the shake,
oh the hippy hippy shake.
Oo I can't keep still
with the hippy hippy shake.
I get my fill
with that hippy hippy shake.
Oo my babe,
aw the hippy hippy shake.
Well now you shake it to the left,
you shake it to the right.
Do the hippy shake shake
with all of your might.
And you shake.
Oh you shake.
Oo my babe.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Well now you shake it to the left,
you shake it to the right.
Do the hippy shake shake
with all of your might.
And you shake.
Yes you shake.
Oo my babe.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Aw the hippy hippy shake.
Yeah the hippy hippy shake.
Oh yeah.
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