I would want to exude this energy:
But I know I would exude this energy:
If I looked like this, I’d have to beat the women back with a stick!
Because they are filthy peasants of course and I can’t have them touching my finery. Also my wrists would be too delicate to wield a stick, so I’d have a boy for that.
I had a coworker who used to dress like this, his go-to was a naval peacoat with a top hat.
On Halloween he came to work wearing a hoodie and jeans and it freaked everyone out.
On Halloween he came to work wearing a hoodie and jeans and it freaked everyone out.
That’s one hell of a long game. Respect.
Knew a guy who wore a trenchcoat, black, and a kilt, standard red tartan, even when it was 110 out.
Was chilling with his younger brother one day bitching about how fucking hot it was when this badass walks up in said attire with his guitar slung over his shoulder, goes “shut up you pussies”, pulls out his guitar, and does a bit of improv chords while singing the last couple of things we’d said, something like “it’s hot as balls out here”
I wish I could be even a 10th as cool as that guy was, because goddamn
Perhaps it is this man’s display of the wealth required to buy these dandy clothes which procures said marriage proposals.
Meanwhile I, despite flawless erudition, am judged by my daily wear of “wife beater” apparel. I blame the casual utterance of such profanities.
If my tank top offends any woman for being wife beater toppage, I say to her “Madam, I have no wife. Would you please to hand me another beer from yonder fridge?”
this whole thread hurts me. ugh
guy makes his own clothes, or at least that was the case originally.
i have big respect. let the man slay. you’re welcome to your wife-beaters, and others are welcome to their finery.
