As many dear FrontBurnervians pointed out, the irony of Southwest Airlines finger-wagging at the attire of a passenger is rich indeed. This airline, after all, got off the ground thanks to hot pants (among other things). Remember? Herb would be rolling in his grave, were he not still alive. Also, an admonishing FrontBurnervian took me to task for not posting the MySpace pictures of Kyla Ebbert, the damsel in question. Very well then: here’s one and here’s another.
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