
Originally Posted by
weezie
I'll confess that one of the great fun aspects of being a wife, girlfriend, significant other, partner (same sex or otherwise) or good pal of any male is to get the chance to gaze at the get up some fellow may be thinking he's looking good in and saving them from fashion catastrophe with a well-timed, "Just what exactly is going on with this outfit?" Followed by, "So you really think that shirt goes well with that pork pie hat?" Or some equally brilliant observation.
And, no, I'm not setting up a straight line for one of you jokers. But I'm sure it's on the way.

I have labeled my fashion look the “vaguely unkemp vagrant” look. Think “Colombo meets Oscar Madison under a bridge somewhere.”
Not everyone can pull that off. But I think I carry it pretty damn well if I say so myself.
“Bob says run! Bob says run! Bob says run!”
{good pick-up after handoff}
“Bob was right! Bob was right! Bob was right!”