The Grapes of Fug

Me: Wait until you see how I dressed myself today. I so deserve a fug.

Curly: You're killing me.

Me: I'm serious. This outfit has no rhyme or reason. It doesn't even match.

Curly: What would your fugged up title be?

Me: My title...

Me: The Grapes of Fug

Curly: That's fugging fabulous.

Me: You'll understand when you see the outfit.

Curly: Bring some tumbleweeds, a big fan and a bag of dirt.