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Bear- Don't you mean the WWE? Heh...
Grant- Golf shirt tucked in, khaki shorts w/ belt, darling, you just described two things: 1. My uniform at the most hellish job I ever had, at the Orwellian bagel shop, and 2. My ex-boyfriend's entire wardrobe. Not a block of my life I'm proud of.
I despise shirts which, when you're looking at them from the sleeve or the back, appear quite nice, but then, when you see the front, turn out to have a rodeo cowboy on the front made out of tiny metal studs. Or have a giant airbrused persian kitten on the front surounded by pink roses and encrusted with, you guessed it. Glitter. |
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