Your feathery faux hawk is 4 shades of wrong, guy. That cockatoo cut should be called the Cock-a-Doodle-Don’t.
This purple crotch rocket is missing a few letters. Forget Magna, it’s more like Mangina…
Mid day McDonalds run. That’s right…Grimace’s mom was at McDonalds!
We can honestly say that lilac Tai Chi track pants are the shit. Especially if you’re old enough to potentially shit yourself while wearing them.
Dear Urban Douchebag, That purple popped collar on your polo is pissing us off. Also, 2007 called and it wants its shitty look back. Sincerely, GH
Mother Nature is a bitch! She forced a permanent fuchsia flush on this tree when she heard it was all green with envy at the other blooming buds when spring rolled into town.
It’s Josephina and the Amazing Purplicolour Nightmare Coat! We bet she’s got a great story about how she bought that fully-sequined top at Liberace’s estate sale.
You can tell this pair of purple adventurers are up to no good, right? It’s obvious he’s a total pro at hatching evil - yet intricate - plans because he treats his gross, sketchy facial hair with great delicacy. Now that’s diabolical, dudes!
These old dames got all gussied up in their finest purple fashions, gorged on the discount early-bird buffet at the mall and now they’re all discombobulated.
“Where’s the washroom? I think that Roy Rogers cocktail made me have an accident… You don’t happen to have an extra pair of purple trousers in your purse, do ya, Geraldine?”
As if the slingback man-crocs weren’t ugly enough… the foolish tourist family that wears purple together, stays together.
“Mom says if we all wear purple then none of us will get lost!” Shut up, kid.
p.s. Peep the baby’s purple Dora crocs.
