FASHION PATROL

Sometimes we just have to ask: what were they thinking? Fashion crimes against Dan and Emma in particular have been on the rise lately and here my guest editors and I will dicuss these fashion tragedies in hopes of doing a public service. Stop Fashion Crimes!


Note: Fashion crimes have no statute of limitation therefore I don't care how old they are. Style and trends will also be commented on. No offense is meant to any actor, only to the offending style. Just laugh and enjoy. And maybe protect yourself against fashion wrongs! And once in a while a Fashion-Do will be commented on so that we don't completely loose hope in Dan and Emma. We have to compliment them once in a while so they don't give up. Enjoy folks!


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Photos thanks to RupertGrint.net here and here
Crime: Hippie revival
Criminal: Rupert Grint
Accomplice: An Audience with Al Murray
Date Cited: 6.30.05
Guest Patroler: My husband, Michael



Kate: Oh my God. Someone get help! Rupert's been violently attacked by hippies!


Mike: They gave him bad hair and dirty pants.


Kate: Those bastards!


Mike: Look at the photographer behind him. He can't even take anymore pictures. He's in total shock over the hippie invasion.


Kate: Rupert's hair broke his camera.


Mike: His parents cut his bangs that way to ensure that all relationships with women at this point would be extremely difficult and he'd remain a virgin.


Kate: This is the best way to ensure abstinence. Good plan!


Mike: That hair has a life of its own. Like it might kill us all if we look at it for too long.


Kate: Why is he bothering with the pretense of dressing nice with the whole suit jacket thing?


Mike: It's the only thing he had in his closet that was clean. He needed it to hold back the stench of his dirty clothes.


Kate: The balder guy behind him in that first pic can smell him. He had to turn his head away.


Mike: Those holes in his jeans were made by the stank. It just ate right through the fabric.


Kate: Poor Rupert.


Mike: Die, hippie! Die!