Really? What fresh hell is this?
A certain Robin Hood spoof comes to mind. With one critical difference: Robin and his merry men had a look where they could pull off wearing tights.
Little John: “Let’s face it. You’ve gotta be a man to wear tights!”
Not as long as I live and breathe…..
No no no! Seinfeld had it totally right. Men’s bodies are utilitarian, like jeeps. Women’s bodies are works of art.
Curses… when it became acceptable for women to wear tights and yoga pants out, I heralded it as the dawning of a marvelous new age of wonder and joy. I should have known that this was the price we would have to pay. Oh curse you, Monkey’s Paw! Your wishes come at a cost too dear!
And I thought large women in tights was too much to bear. I need to get some golden needles.
“I’ve always had good legs and it’s nice to show them off all year round”
Any “dude” caught uttering these words should officially have their man card rejected for life.
Self identification is a good thing.
I don’t know what is sadder, the ugliness of “meggings” (the guy in the story is wearing striped mime leggings and a solid color shirt) or that they have to coin a new name for “leggings”.
The Mayans saw this coming.
Between the election results and things like meggings, I’m beginning to understand why some people welcome the idea of an apocalypse
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