Hot as all hell.
A.W., at the urging of M.C., buys a drinking/blowing horn. It's cow, as I recall. Holds roughly two, two and a half pints of beer. The curvature matches his body perfectly.
The proprietor of the horn store mocks a man for carrying a plastic cup, for if he should fall, he would crush his cup. Clearly, he must pay a king's bounty for a drinking horn.
There are so many people inappropriately dressed.
A man dressed as a dark elf, with white-powdered hair, black face paint, and way too much leather.
A woman in a metal bikini top, like hammered plate metal. However, she carried a few extra pounds, and they brought some friends.
An extraordinarily skinny man in an open robe with a nipple piercing.
A gigormous man wearing a clever shirt that said something akin to "Stop making your boobs look at my eyes." Classy.
Another large man wearing a shirt that said something like "Maybe the clever statement on this shirt will make me popular."
Perhaps on the right people... well, no. There's not much place for either.
D.C. saw some gypsies with tramp stamps.
M.C. saw a mother with pink hair.
I saw far too many women wearing bustiers that elevated their chests to top shelf in a gravity-damning manner (think 50s bullet bras).
Far too many people in tight leather that exposed fat waddles and dimples.
A man wearing a signed Michael Jordan jersey. Why are you going to wear a signed jersey?
Nothing wrong with the people that dress for the period, but mayhaps the tight clothing should be under the gymnasts' purview.
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