to vote for favorites. Only 6 votes needed to get on the list.I was walking down the street today when a man approaching me said, “Nice outfit”.
I was gearing up to explain to him that, while he seemed like a nice man, I didn’t really like him that way, when I noticed we had on essentially the same clothes: sandals, golf shirt, camouflaged shorts.
Michelle calls the shorts my uniform because since their purchase last summer, if I’m not wearing jeans, I probably have those shorts on. They have lots of pockets to put stuff in. Some of which have zippers and snaps so in the event I have to do a sudden TJ Hooker roll I know my shit is packed tight. It also feels like you are playing army while on your way to the grocery store, and if the fucking Commies ever pull a Red Dawn on us and start parachuting in, I know I just have to duck into the nearest hedge to become virtually invisible. Or at least my crotch and thighs will be virtually invisible, and there is no denying the value in that.
So instead I just said, “Thanks. You too.”
1 
Loading ...
This post is fucking awesome. TJ Hooker roll, Red Dawn. I am wiping tears from my eyes. I would prefer this to the useless descriptions for clothes in catalogs.