Zoomerang96
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at the moment, i'm pretty relaxed. not too upset with a lot...
so if i don't sound particularly agitated in this initial post, please don't confuse it as me not feeling exceptionally exasperated with the subject matter at hand.
popped collars.
it's come to my attention that many gentlemen, often out on the prowl looking to fasten their revolting bodies onto the figures of females, believe it's in their best interest to wear a polo shirt (often in a ridiculous pink colour) with their collar popped. and i mean POPPED.
walking bull-legged down the streets, these social misfits make me ashamed to be wearing any clothes at all. in other words, those popped collars look so fucking awful, i'm embarassed to even be wearing a shirt with a collar.
i told one of my friends the other day that it'd be particularly charming if i saw a man walk round the city with a popped collar as part of a suit. sure enough, yesterday afternoon at appromixately 16.30 GMT +1 local time, three douche bags walk by me with their white button shirt popped to the top of their skulls. not the suit jacket itself, that, thank heavens, was still in place, but the white shirt underneath.
at this point, i'm not sure i'm getting across to you, my loyal readers, as to how extremely angry i am by the mere sight of these troglodytes. it takes every ounce of restraint within me to to stop myself from running over and assaulting those pigs with my teeth, fingers, and feet - much like a carnivore would destroy its prey. i'm an animal, and i'm bleeding at the eyes, ears, and mouth out of atavistic rage.
if any of you men out there disagree with me, i swear you can bring it on. i will fight every last one of you. i might not be physicall strong... but you... you have a popped collar.
so if i don't sound particularly agitated in this initial post, please don't confuse it as me not feeling exceptionally exasperated with the subject matter at hand.
popped collars.
it's come to my attention that many gentlemen, often out on the prowl looking to fasten their revolting bodies onto the figures of females, believe it's in their best interest to wear a polo shirt (often in a ridiculous pink colour) with their collar popped. and i mean POPPED.
walking bull-legged down the streets, these social misfits make me ashamed to be wearing any clothes at all. in other words, those popped collars look so fucking awful, i'm embarassed to even be wearing a shirt with a collar.
i told one of my friends the other day that it'd be particularly charming if i saw a man walk round the city with a popped collar as part of a suit. sure enough, yesterday afternoon at appromixately 16.30 GMT +1 local time, three douche bags walk by me with their white button shirt popped to the top of their skulls. not the suit jacket itself, that, thank heavens, was still in place, but the white shirt underneath.
at this point, i'm not sure i'm getting across to you, my loyal readers, as to how extremely angry i am by the mere sight of these troglodytes. it takes every ounce of restraint within me to to stop myself from running over and assaulting those pigs with my teeth, fingers, and feet - much like a carnivore would destroy its prey. i'm an animal, and i'm bleeding at the eyes, ears, and mouth out of atavistic rage.
if any of you men out there disagree with me, i swear you can bring it on. i will fight every last one of you. i might not be physicall strong... but you... you have a popped collar.