50 pairs? Boys are so cute!!!1! 
No dear, $40K I could do myself, if I wanted to be Carrie Bradshaw when I grow up. My husband-price is a Kimora-sized closet of full vintage and current collections, with seasonal updates, for the rest of my damned life.
Consider it the girl version of a garage full of Ferraris.
We may be whores, but we are high priced whores. No goddamn crappy diamonds from Kay for us! Harry Winston and occasions to wear it.
(I was at a friend’s cabin this summer - with old Sotheby’s auction house estate jewelry catalogs).
Amen, sisterfriend!
You might have difficulty breathing.
Wow, and I didn’t even know what Louboutins were.
Those are some flippin’ sexy shoes.
I once had sex with my boyfriend so he would go out and pick up sandwiches for lunch. Never even thought about asking for Louboutins instead…
Funny, I was thinking the same thing about the PS3 
Smartest boyfriend I ever had was the guy I dated in High School. All the girls were expecting ankle bracelets from their boyfriends for Valentine’s Day. My boyfriend gave me a 9600 baud modem 
Your “boyfriend” is a really lucky guy.
He’s got this bim who will “have sex” with him just so he will go out and get sandwiches.
You know, I had this girlfriend once, and I would go out and pick up pizza or Chinese just out of consideration, because I wanted to please her, and not because she would "have sex’ with me. (We used to have a more endearing term for it, but hey, you want sandwiches, you call it what you want).
Priori doesn’t have a dick, I believe there was a small mention of a vagina in the OP. But it was hardly noticeable, so I can see how you could have missed it.
[sub]And the win for most mentions of vagina in single post goes to…[/sub]
It was a metaphorical dick. Which, having typed it, is the single best name for a band I have ever seen.
<----- Traces a square just like the one Uma Thurman did in Pulp Fiction when they pulled up to Jackrabbit Slim’s.
I’d rather have the Ferarris. Much more useful, not nearly as chafing, and it’s something I can actually see myself having sex in
I actually had to go into Kay during December before Christmas to get my watch battery changed and ran into a cluster of guys having a conversation. There’s three of them, and one is getting married within the next six months. The other guys are ragging on him about how he’s “whipped” for buying her a pearl necklace ($$$) and the ladies behind the counter are going on and on about how he’s supposed to give one as a Christmas gift and the other is to be saved for a wedding day “bride gift.” Not being familiar with this practice (YMMV), I was a bit stunned. What made it worse is that two other guys were talking about how they get their female relatives jewelry every year because “that’s what you’re supposed to do.” I’m just completely confused with the idea of placating women with holiday gifts of jewelry, as it’s not common in my experience. I have overheard worse conversations about using one’s female wiles to financial advantage in a “gold digger” manner, but I can’t give you all the details as to what happened and why it horrified me. I’m really not into hanging around materialistic whores, so it doesn’t happen that often. I’ve also found that playing head games tend to be hobbies of the same females who play the “money/gifts for sex” thing.
I am, however, really farking annoyed with all the stupid jewelry commercials in the area. One that’s particularly bad is Diamond Exchange; the commercial consists of a husband and wife chatting, and the wife answering “Diamond Exchange” to his questions of what is for dinner and other various non-jewelry-related queries. Two thoughts: 1. Men aren’t stupid. 2. Women shouldn’t universally be regarded as whores for jewelry/chocolate/mother’s day cards/flowers. No wonder there are men out there that are convinced that every gift giving occasion (and non-gift-giving occasions as well) requires jewelry or other expensive bauble to appease their female half.
So what you’re saying is this guy is expected to give his new bride a pearl necklace on their wedding night? Hmmm. Seems a bit of an intrusive tradition.
Imelda, baby! Where you been?
Oh god. Now how am I ever going to wear the actual pearl necklace my husband bought me?
Makes me long for the simple days of yore when everyone knew that the most acceptable gift to a Roman woman was a gilded tortoise borne by a well-endowed slave.
(thank you Rome for reminding us of that, and also giving us the line “Large penis is always welcome”)
Hey, that’s the price you pay for your husband buying you a pearl necklace. You’ll always have to watch yourself so you don’t tell someone, “My husband gave me a pearl necklace for my birthday.”
