Tonight we headed to the dog park and then the Co-op to pick up some groceries. Since it was hot I grabbed a button up, sleeveless style. This shirt belonged to my grandfather and is one of the only things I have from him. He was a whippet of a man, and in order to make it wearable I had to chop the sleeves off.
Holy crap was I a dirty look magnet. I had folks staring to the left, the right...People would look at my face, then their eyes would go in for the body scan.
Being prone to leering, I know that move inside and out.
As the eyes descended all made a gagging lemon face like I had just farted.
This ensemble was molesting their eyeballs and ruining the experience of paying $8 for a gallon of milk.
Ever had an LSD wrinkled prune of a man in Tom's (fucking Tom's, are you kidding me?), cargo shorts with a belt, and a tucked in tye dye look at you like you hump goats out back in the shed?
It's the socks right? I gotta lose the socks.