A Coat...No Coat. A Slappable Offensive By All Accounts
Let's just get this out of the way:
If you own a coat, you should be thankful. In giving thanks, it is customary to actually wear the coat...Especially if it's 5 degrees in Indy.
I have seen plenty of people not wearing coats - who can afford them and have them - and it makes me slappy. Admittedly, I don't like wearing extra clothes (if you could have only seen Spring Break 97) but when it's so cold your snot freezes and your extra hot latte is iced cold when you finally get into your building...it's time to effing wear it.
Same goes for Summer. Please, man on 38th and Keystone, take off your chinchilla coat in the middle of July. I know you're a pimp and I can appreciate that but watching your writhe in white fur when it's 88 degrees...not cool.
Rant over. Now for some drink-related porn. I went out with my former Chronic Disease(d) cohorts this past weekend. We started out downing some fine German beer and ended up in a gay bar dancing on tables with shirtless men donning nipple piercing. Above is a photo of moi - Livin La Vida Lohan.
posted by April at 3:49 PM
3 Comments:
Did you see my cousin?
I don't wear my coat because chicks dig guys who don't wear coats. They also dig guys with Penis Name Generators on their MySpace page. Fatty Tuna, I'm out!
Ahh yes, the man in the Chinchilla coat in July near the health department building. Meeeemmmorieeeees! This picture of you continues to crack me up...you look like you are three sheets to the wind.
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