There's something about Kim Stewart's short dress/long shirt, cap-haphazardly-plonked-on- potentially-unwashed-hair, and mildly inappropriate shoes combo that reeks of the Walk of Shame, this Walk apparently occurring after a particularly crazy outing that ended in the utter destruction of her jeans, possibly at the fiery hands of a rogue tiki torch, or the malodorous trauma of getting vomited on:
Not that that's ever happened to us.
