Dear Cheeky Denim Shorts,
We’ve got a bone to pick with you. When I say “we’ve,” I of course mean the women of Australia, the sisterhood – those of us who thoroughly enjoy a bottle of wine and buying Wendy’s Flake Shakes when we go grocery shopping on a Saturday.
And when I say “bone”, I of course mean a juicy chicken drumstick.
Our reason is pretty simple: we don’t like you.
We don’t like how short you are or how you flash us with a variety of behinds when we’ve just eaten our breakfast.
We don’t like how you’re really masquerading as denim nappies, and frankly, we don’t like how you come with a ‘MANDATORY BOXGAP‘ clause because I like eating brownies and don’t have one of those.