I might wear my pink Speedo. I think I should.
I don't like pink and I am not into girlie stuff, bows and frills, sugary looking things.
The chihuahua and the pink velour track suit. I think it's kind of an iconic look.
Tits always look better in a pink sweater.
I'm always kind of contradictory to what people want and what's selling. But maybe I should care now because I have two or three more outlets. I have to be more adaptable color-wise to what people want. It's usually just black and pink, and that's it.
My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.
I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.
Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love. . . .
If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I was taught in my religious upbringing to spell God with a dash, G-d. But now my dash is pink.