Kabbalah Fugs: The Sisters Peldon

Throw a party in honor of a book about a piece of red yarn, and all the stars come out to play. To wit: BOTH Peldon sisters came out of their fug chambers to support something they don’t actually wear:

Now, from the hips up, Courtney looks normal. From the hips down, she appears to have left on half of her wet suit. Or her bike shorts. Or her wrestling tights. I don’t know what is going on there, but I do know it’s comforting that she can find a way to fug up a simple white tank top.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Ashley Peldon, sister of Courtney Peldon:

You know, she might’ve had me if she’d thrown a white tank under that coat, which is a bit cute on its own. But instead, she thought to herself, “You know what makes ME feel like a natural woman? SEQUINED PINEAPPLES,” and threw on that that shirt and some lipstick that looks like she glued the Mystical Bracelet of Power to her mouth.

She’s no Courtney — not yet — but the foundation is certainly there for a rich lifetime of fugly choices in the highly imitable (if you are blind, or super drunk) style of her scary sister.

I leave you with this:

I figured it out, guys! Courtney Peldon is in the circus. That’s who she is.