Pain, Pleasure, and the Common Cold: Set Up By The Fashion Police

février 13, 2004

Set Up By The Fashion Police

When I asked to see it, you said I couldn’t. “Motorcyclists have to pack light”, you said in so many words. The very outfit you wore was all you had to offer me.

Then what explains the item I found crumpled up in the very far corner of my closet?

Posted by robyn at février 13, 2004 01:39 PM

Comments

Well, after laughing for far too long after seeing the picture, I come to wonder how did I forget that I'd brought it with me, how did I lose it and how did it end up in your closet. I don't have answers to any of these questions. I'm glad I gave such a painfully detailed description of it along with the other 4 pieces of clothing that I got at the thrift store. Umm... I guess you get to keep it for now. It might make a nice pajama sleeping shirt, it's huge.

That expression is priceless.

Posted by: gene at février 13, 2004 02:01 PM

Priceless indeed. And a very well-taken photo, if I do say so myself (wink wink).
What a mystery! Robyn will hold the shirt hostage for cash money.

Posted by: kati at février 13, 2004 02:46 PM

That must have been one big eighth-grader...

Posted by: Kristina at février 14, 2004 07:37 PM

You know those dang kids and their saggy fashion. My guess is the former owner of that shirt was a 98 lb. white kid wearing $200 Nikes.

Posted by: robyn at février 15, 2004 11:44 AM