Victoria’s Secret…? That they’re screwing with us.

I am certain that the Victoria’s Secret Powers That Be are either
a) demented; or
b) sitting back and laughing their collective asses off; or,
c) both

(I’m goin’ with c)

These are photos from the 2008 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show in Miami.

Targeting the Elmer Fudd demographic.

How practical! Underwear that doubles as a float in Disney’s Main Street Electrical Parade.

For Icelandic role-playing… she can dress as Bjork.

Pretty Klingon Princess. (Klingons like their women bony)

Gramma! Get out of your garden! Grandpa wants to trim your rose bushes.

So that’s where all those free, direct mail aol discs ended up.

One of the Olson Twins gained some weight and combed her hair. Nice.

Rugby? Lumberjack? Cold weather S&M? I’m so confused. Does this mean that any old, mis-matched or ratty looking underwear that I have buried in my dresser is sexy? Awesome. Tube socks? I am a goddess.

Based on these pictures, I am going to surprise Rich with the sexiest outfit I can find tonight… shapeless sweatpants, tube socks, an oversized sweater, a necklace and an uncomfortable bra. And high heel tennis shoes. And maybe his hunting hat with the flaps. ooh la la.