Saturday, December 29, 2012

WTF: Regency

She's a dish. A petri dish.

This fashion plate brazenly challenges prevailing scientific dogma on both the potential growth rate of muslin-feeding paramecium and the origins of the home self-breast exam.

Our lady demonstrates that she's cultured in more ways than one by successfully marrying the tenacious allure of a bicep vine with the subtle mystique of a partially obscured potty chair.

And that, my friends, is why you should party like it's 1809 this New Year's Eve.

A solemn bow to Nuranar, who is probably in witness protection by now.