Sometimes words alone aren’t enough to describe a horrible injustice in the world.
Below is a picture of me from before I learned how to defend myself. It’s a picture of a time when I was under the power of a cruel and ruthless dictator known as Mother, who took great pleasure in dressing me in the latest fresh-from-the-bins-at-Woolworths fashions. Notice the perfect color coordination of my spiffy outfit, how it follows the contourlessness of my stick-like body. Don’t overlook the gayness of the wide, sharply pointed collar to accentuate the foppish color scheme of the pants that virtually scream, “Kick me, I’m a loser!”. And did you happen notice that the shirt is four sizes too large while the pants are two sizes two small? No? Well my gonads did, and they weren’t happy.
They weren’t happy at all.
garanimals?
cutest of all the mini-geeks!!
Prince: The Early Years
My dear boy. I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I bought that very outfit for my son last week and he’s been followed home by every girl in his class. (Of course, thyse really may have been stones they were throwing, rather than the rose petals they appeared to be, but still, he looked lovely.)
Are you warming up to tell us that you still look exactly like that?
That has to be an Easter outfit.
You know, if you focus JUST RIGHT you can see a 3D image in those pants…
I think pete meant to say “just WRONG”, but either way he’s quite correct. I clearly saw a Magic Eye(c)(R)(TM)(D-OH) image of a pencil and two peas.