One of my BFFs linked me to Stupid Nail Polish Names, a blog that does exactly what it says on the label.
Lo and behold, while strolling through the back posts, they’ve had a go at my favourite go-to desert-island shade!
That’s right, honey, you’re a nail polish.
Oh, you mean the person wearing you? What is she? If this is her signature color, and her days are taken up by waitressing, I think I have a guess in mind. It starts with “p” and ends with (cover your eyes, young readers) “rostitute” or (OK, open your eyes now) “erson who doesn’t have to stand on her feet all day to make a good living.”
I am not ashamed.
SNPN’s Panderbear is a geek, too! This is one for the Google Reader lilst.
‘What Happens In Paris Only Stays In Paris If It Does Not Include the French Disease, Ben, Now Go Sleep On the Couch’ BEGS to be a nail polish name. Funny as hell blog.
That was my favourite bit!
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