OH. MY. GOSH. I'M SO IN LOVE. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SAY OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH OH, OHHHHHHHHH MY GOSH (I actually counted the oh's out while listening to it, GIVE ME CREDIT GUYS). What the FUCK AT THESE CLUTCHES.
They're so incredible. They're so loud. They're so amazeballs, seriously. I can't. Wow. Especially that beehive one, what the fuck? Excuse the excess profanity in this blog post, but I can't use non swear words to adequately describe how IMMENSE these clutches are. How badass would you look, walking into a party, holding a BEJEWELED BEEHIVE. That's like the peak of badassery, you can't get any higher than that. Except maybe if you were touting AK-47s and a mohawk.
As with every other thing I whine about on this blog, it's far too expensive for my poor little self. Average is 5000$. 5k. I would sell my soul for a tiger clutch. I would sell half of my left leg for a cupcake clutch. I would eat unthinkable things for a chance to just be in the presence of these clutches (and maybe lick them). They're a tiny bit ostentatious for my liking, but nonetheless badass. There's so much badass on my computer screen right now, I should just stop living.
Year 12 Formal 2010, guys. I'll be rocking an AK-47, a mohawk and a beehive clutch. Watch this space.