This is probably the most bizarre news story I've ever reported on, but here goes. As you all know, today is 11/11/11. It's the date Tierney has always wanted to get married on, at exactly 11:11 a.m. Tierney has 15 shades of red lipstick, and 4" leopard stiletto heels even though she a tad under 6' tall barefoot, so yes... she is a little quirky. There is a club in New York who are anxiously awaiting for their "messiah" to show up on 11/11/11. Not the real One, but the Corduroy messiah. As in corduroy pants messiah. I'm not making this up. Supposedly, on 11/11/11 is the day he will arrive. They need a child who turns 11 on 11/11/11 to crown as their king. Why all the "1's"? Because all those number 1's resemble the ribs of corduroy on their pants. The child will get to sit on a throne and treated like royalty during the "grandest meeting of the Corduroy club" ever. Anyone who attends the meeting must wear at least 3 articles of corduroy clothing. The club meets twice a year, on 1/1 and 11/11. It has 250 members and was started as a joke to poke fun at secret societies. If I went, I could wear this cute Juicy Couture coat. What would I wear as my other two pieces of clothes though?
