Fashionably Late

Or
Yves of Destruction

Or
Yves Sans LaBreath
(Props to Phil)

Or
Yves Saint Laurent - Already?... A little presumptuous, huh?
(Kudos to Phil)

Or
On the Concrete Slab, on the Concrete Slab, I do my little turn on the Slab…
(More Phil, deciding that you all deserve to have Right Said Fred as today’s earworm.)

Or
You’re Shittoutta Luck
(From Ern, his initial offering, pun, as always, intended)
Black will be the in color this spring in The Yves St. Laurent Line this Year as the titular founder has succumbed to brain cancer at the age of 71. The passing of the godfather of the pantsuit added to a really bad week for Hillary Clinton. The oddly spectacled boy wonder was Christian Dior’s protégé when the elder master “died suddenly,” and in the cutthroat world of fashion, you are either in or you are out. In addition to his obsession with pantsuits, St. Laurent had an Africa fetish, bringing safari jackets and leopard prints into the closets of the slaves to fashion. Other creations included the avant garde uniform of turtlenecks and leather jackets, the thigh high boots favored by the best hookers everywhere, and Le Smoking suit, to promote androgyny.