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I recently read this little story (swiped from a friend who swiped it from a friend):
i was washing my hands when a young chap occupied the sink area next to me. after a few seconds in front of the mirror fixing his hair, he paused for a moment, produced a sly look on his face and proceeded to 'pop' his collar. his sly look turned into a smile of approval. as i was drying my hands, he finally snapped out of his self-absorbed world and acknowledged my presence by seeking approval of his action by asking: 'thats hot right?'
Unfortunately, this must mean that what I saw the other day was NOT in fact a hallucination.
Walking on a downtown street of my city, I spied two young fellows in their early 20s, reasonably goodlooking, with short neatly-cut hair. These proto-yups were wearing... they were... they... ::deep breath::
They were wearing long cotton shorts, printed in bright multi-pastel-colored plaid. And with these, they were wearing polo shirts, one in bright pink and one in bright yellow. With the collars turned up.
They looked like cones of psychotic sherbet.
This kind of thing was horrible in the nineteen-aytays, and it's horrible now.
(It makes me want to wear black, black, black, gray, and black. Forever.)
i was washing my hands when a young chap occupied the sink area next to me. after a few seconds in front of the mirror fixing his hair, he paused for a moment, produced a sly look on his face and proceeded to 'pop' his collar. his sly look turned into a smile of approval. as i was drying my hands, he finally snapped out of his self-absorbed world and acknowledged my presence by seeking approval of his action by asking: 'thats hot right?'
Unfortunately, this must mean that what I saw the other day was NOT in fact a hallucination.
Walking on a downtown street of my city, I spied two young fellows in their early 20s, reasonably goodlooking, with short neatly-cut hair. These proto-yups were wearing... they were... they... ::deep breath::
They were wearing long cotton shorts, printed in bright multi-pastel-colored plaid. And with these, they were wearing polo shirts, one in bright pink and one in bright yellow. With the collars turned up.
They looked like cones of psychotic sherbet.
This kind of thing was horrible in the nineteen-aytays, and it's horrible now.
(It makes me want to wear black, black, black, gray, and black. Forever.)