Every time I write about Phoebe Price, I close the browser window and say to myself, "self, that's it. No more. No more Phoebe Price. She's bad for you. And you're only giving her what she wants. What has she done for YOU lately?" But P Squared is like the ex-boyfriend who only ever calls you when he's bored and you know you ought to ignore him, but you're curious and he's sort of entertaining when he's not making you sick. And the next thing you know, despite your best intentions, you're buying that guy a beer.
And I am certainly not strong enough to resist posting a photo in which Price is wearing....well, this terrible thing. You'd think she'd have been able to find red panties that matched a bit more expertly, but you'd also think that she'd be barred from attending the Emmys. Guess the beer's on me, Phoebs.
And I am certainly not strong enough to resist posting a photo in which Price is wearing....well, this terrible thing. You'd think she'd have been able to find red panties that matched a bit more expertly, but you'd also think that she'd be barred from attending the Emmys. Guess the beer's on me, Phoebs.
