When I saw this mug I knew I’d found my tribe. Okay, perhaps nix on the murderous intent, but a life with no pants, no periods and perfect hair – count me in! And with the cost of lingerie why should Ariel be the only one who can rock a free clam bra? A girl can dream. . .
2 thoughts on “You Had Me At Free Clam Bra. . .”
I’d only want it if someone took the clams out first.
I smell dinner – a little linguine with white clam sauce perhaps?