When I first glanced at the photos, I actually gasped out loud. But then after I looked at some of the other pictures in the set (gotta love those intrusive photo agencies), it didn’t come over as bad as what I initially thought. I mean, it’s not awful, it could be worse, but it’s definitely more appropriate for a six-week-long tropical beach vacation on various islands in the Caribbean than schlepping around NYC and LA in December wearing gym clothes.
Way to bring the island flava, girlfriend, but please. Unless you plan on leaving on a jet plane in the next twelve hours, take the shit out.