Last edited by Popeye Doyle (2013-07-07 13:16:22)
HAHA. I guess we'll send him a letter to let him know when his time's up.
My dad was big believer in the therapeutic qualities of building barb-wire fences. Digging postholes was rated right below penicillin on the wonder drug list.
Not feeling well? Let's go build some fence.
Girlfriend broke up with you? Got some fence that needs building.
Terminal cancer? Get your gloves on, we got fence to build.
Last edited by The_Shooman (2013-07-07 23:33:04)
'Rest room'? - 'Johnson'?
http://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/forum/showthread.php?123878-Lady-friend-Losing-Weight
The bourgeoisie talk dollar amounts, but want to know when it is appropriate to...talk dollar amounts.
Great Scott!
www.trashness.com
And of course I have to mention all the girlishly low rise trousers with bulging genitalia seemingly stuffed in with a shoe horn.
Bog and Todger
Isn't that a pub?
You boys have been digging up some gems while I have been away.
And the smoking? What's up with all the smoking? And the bracelets.... just string me up a noose out of those things and put me out of my misery.
A certain type of dressing cliché depressingly common nowadays:
Multiple bracelets.
Jacket too short or too tight.
Pocket square erupting riotously.
Skinny Trousers with Puddle jumper hems and 2 inch cuffs.
No socks.
By this point, who cares about the shoe, it's beside the point but my money is on some misguided take on brogue shoes.
Last edited by Worried Man (2013-07-10 15:49:14)