I went to "Liberation" – a store run by a high school acquaintance. This store sells really nice pants and shirts! However, if I put a pair of those pants on my ass, it would be like sticking several pasties on a pregnant pig, thinking the sow could do a pole dance. It would be like slapping a hairpiece on a skull, so it could cop a date with Renee Zellweger. There just comes a time in life when cool jeans cannot make the man. Or, can they?
Loren M. Lambert © October 7, 2009
Loren M. Lambert © October 7, 2009
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