Mr. Tangerine Man, the last of the Pantsuit Castaways, awash on the shores of a desert island,
Mr. Tangerine Man just wants to go Pantsuitin',
But, alas, he is alone.
Mr. Tangerine Man has lost his tangerine pants, for they have been swept out to sea.
He scans the horizon, but they are lost. Lost. Forever.
What a sad, sad story this is.
7 comments:
I will toss Mr Tangerine Man a life preserver next week!!!
Good idea. What's the chances of you doing some Pantsuitin' while your on the island? come on Wendy, you know you want some polyester goodness!
Just looks like he needs someone to party with (now that Michelle is gone).... I can be in the Vineyard in five hours flat....
Hurry!
I will go pantsuit shoppin' with Mama Baer!
Love it, you better! Try the thrift store, I'd been told of a good 80's one there! Not to mention left a couple behind in the closet!
Lucky you! Wendy! Great photos of Bart, MV is just so incredibly beautiful!
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