It’s Monday, not Friday and since Rebecca Black hasn’t yet jumped on a hip-flop train that celebrates beginnings and efficiency, I’ll take the liberty of doing so if you don’t mind. Today in things that will help you forget you have five hot and potentially wet days of work in front of you, a Who Wore it Best contest I will deliver without second-party knowledge brought to all of us by Freya, the intern. In case you’re wondering how her resume stood out, she didn’t send one. Just kidding. But I am now accepting applicants to fill the ‘Arizona’ position.
And now, without further ado (guess no one understood the adieu joke,) who the shit wore it best?