Earlier this week, I was down at the mall, and in one of the store windows, I saw a onesie. For real. And no, it wasn’t at Baby Gap or Gymboree, not at all, it was at the Forever 21. A onesie. For an adult. This kind of thing has got to stop. Rompers need an age limit, Ashley Greene needs to fade into even more obscurity, and I need a drink.
Buckle in, everybody, it’s going to be a real fun weekend.