Sweatpants. Nothing says "I give up" more than a baggy pair of drawstring sweats! I had totally forgotten this one until a Vapid Blond kindly reminded me of them. OK, wanna hear the bonus points of horror on these little delightful eyesores? No tighty-whiteys and having your junk creatively and shamefully hang loose and lobbing all over the place. Bonzai! Goddamn that hurts my eyes!
You know what? I'm afraid to hit that "PUBLISH POST" button. I normally stick to funny shit, or hot and bothered sexy shit, or have my drama moments when I'm a poet & I donevenknowit! But this kind of controversial stuff, hmm, and to quote Austin Powers: it's just not my bag man. Hopefully my favorite reader doesn't wear capri jeans with white velcro shoes and a tie-dye shirt as body hair is sticking out all over the place. And maybe you do but you don't care! That's a possibility, and why should I care? Why should I?
But then again if that question had any standing whatsoever I wouldn't be blogging now would I?