The leather weather is almost here, and if anybody asks me about my bike (I don't ride; giving it some thought), I'll tell them it's a Hardly-Davidson.
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The Mitt Fit aka the Roomy Romney, demonstrated in a Saturday Night Mormon Fever aka the Low-Voltage Travolta pose. The white shirt and the tie express his upper class-ness; below the belt he's a "regular guy" who buys his "blue jeans" at Walmart. Straight outta Utah.
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It brings to mind the old Golden Bear slogan: "A Bear for Wear". I dig it a lot, but I could see myself wearing it only if I were running a logging crew in the Pacific Northwest in the 1930s or riding with the Hells Angels in the 1960s.
A faux Schott in faux leather, proudly and painstakingly crafted in the thriving industrial metropolis of Ping-Pong, the People's Republic of China, and offered to you, the discriminating buyer, in faux English for real American money. What's not to like?
It might. I think that it depends on the color, shade, and texture of all the articles of clothing in the mix, not just the leather items. Some of them need to be matched, and others need contrast in order to make the whole outfit work, to "pull it off".
Not if the lady in question carries two hundred or more pounds on her frame, or wears adult diapers under her tight leggings (seen it; still shocked). Even if that's not the case, I still prefer the feminine form to be covered with more substance, leaving something to my imagination. Call me...
Humble is the only kind of opinion I ever have, too. All clothes serve the same purpose--to cover one's nakedness.
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By definition, wouldn't a mental defective be dysfunctional? To answer the original question: in the world where in warmer months grown men of all social classes wear t-shirts, shorts, and sandals or sneakers in public, and women of all ages and body shapes sport "athleisure" outfits or...
Not to worry--after that hill there's another one, and another... As long as you have that happy, loving lady by your side; that is all that matters.
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