Amy the Wolf is back to stomp out some fashions, tear apart your cute outfit, and flush your little ego down the toilet. Here are some victims that were hunted down on the slushy slopes of Les Deux Alpes for this second session of Fashion Smashin'.

We won't be sharing any shelter of your single bed dressed like that, mon. Shed the Marley gear bra, shit is pretty played. This is not love...

This kid gave me a flyer for a secret avalanche rave and then he tried to sell me ecstasy.

Looks like you found the rave, ate too many pills and threw up all over yourself.

This girl finally filled her prescription and sorted her multiple personalities, now all she needs to do is figure out a color scheme and we can be best friends.

You look like a frat boy trying to be a hipster, throwin' up gang signs like that -- you gonna get shot, boy!

Dude told me he woke up in an attic with his teeth sweating. I told him I had to go.

Chronic: very high-quality weed, generally with red hairs on it. Pube: a coarse, curly hair that grows around the nether regions of males and females.

Keep your pants on, no one wants to see your Pampers® Pull-ups, kid.

One week later, Joey and Kenny got a "dudevorce" over their favorite facemask.

Read up more Amy the Wolf's fashion drenched life on the her blog as she prowls the streets of NYC.

Click here to read the first installment of Fashion Smashin'.