But your cousins won't let me BE.
Exhibit A:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoOe1p0Kl26O98r5HN65PfYMDYWbGGFAuaNb8XFkMp0JVYyICZooQoFEbYpnwwFn6EdqA4pbqdLILRdPkeuShYl7VWMG1PzyAJkSd1YdX-zLEUGPZQ6MWXgosgTP49yyv4g_M/s400/1214091041.jpg)
Cousin Becky was wearing this atrocity in the middle of winter. Please take her shopping for some taste.
Exhibit B:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjDH_42rHtL6HvUlZLMgWEtpt-rbFeW2qEV9vUL_RIOPIQqydYNUD_exA9Cy-waIbZDXYkWTEn9gdNmsBEZMWpPbyi3hCC-Pq1E_dB0LHHdLwFL_Uii0OKPL8PE1N9O4bg74Z/s400/0415000910.jpg)
Cousin Jasper was not just Pretty in Purple, he was rockin' a Don King salt n pepper 'fro and carrying a WALKMAN! Please get him a stylist. From the year 2010.
I ain't got time for your relatives...
*smooches...rinsing my eyes with saline solution*
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why me, Baby Jesus, whyyyyyy? I swear, man, the MTA brings a fresh new hell for me every time I board a train...