I’m growing a mullet so no one will want to hangout with me.

Being weird never goes out of style.

Sorry, can’t. Waiting for my clothes to come back into style again.

Some hoodies don’t hoodie the way other hoodies hoodie.

I’m eating sandwiches you haven’t heard of in jeans you can’t pronounce.

Nothing says sexy like a pair of sensible, silky polka dot PJs.

I may have bags under my eyes, but they’re Versace.

Skin coloured leggings should be illegal.

I would describe my personal style as whatever is on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Doggy style is out cat style is in. It’s where I let you touch me until I’m satisfied then ignore you and scratch you if you try and touch me again.

Getting a nose ring, so I don’t lose my keys.

I wear black because it’s slimming. Exercise is also slimming, but like I said, I wear black.

My outfit is from Gucci and the body from Ferrero.

She’s got style. She’s got grace. She dropped her cellphone on her face. She’s a lady.

I don’t dress for women. I don’t dress for men. I dress for the weather, mainly.

Women’s fall fashion is basically coming up with ways to wear a blanket without it looking like you’re wearing a blanket.

The season is back when women are 80% scarf.

She’s got style, she’s got grace, she crams french fries in her face.

Wondering when these skinny jeans are gonna kick in.