Poor Kid, You Never Had a Chance

Last night Gianna Versace rolled over in his grave. One of the biggest fashion no-no's was comitted by a man who you would expect nothing less from. Apparently wearing a stripped shirt with plaid shorts is the new fad inside a this possibly retarded man's head. I honestly do not know how he could of thought he looked good. i mean only a couple of scenerios are possible where he would put those clothing on. The only practical scenerio that jumped into my mind is that he got dressed in the dark, but that made no sense because even if he was trying to save the environment by conserving energy, his car alone puts a bigger hole in the ozone layer than Lysol factory. Nevertheless, I'd like to think the bigger story of the night is how I did not tell him how bad he looked from the beginning of the night till the end. Self-restraint is not a strong suite for me. Also, throughout the night I made a point to tell everybody about his outfit just so I'd look A) better by comparison and B) make this ass-clown attone for all his sins. To sum up this post, I'd like to say if you dress like an idiot, don't count on anybody tell you how bad you look.