If you don’t have a vijay-jay, you can’t wear those jeans
I had the honor of sitting in front of a ghettofabulous lady in artery choking jeans. Another name for these wonderful circulation killers is low rise. I’m not going to pretend to be a novice in the world of tight jeans. I like a good pair of butt-hugging jeans as much as the next person but this was a little extreme. I could see every bodily curve of everything below the waist. If I were a hetero, I would have been in heaven. But I’m not so it was disturbing and it lasted the entirety of the 20 minute ride. I tried to close my eyes, but all I could see was tight hot mess. I can’t wait to be darting around Miami in my car by myself…vijay-jayless.
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