Fun-loving, frolicking little kittens--
Won't you join me in some post-St. Patrick's Day making fun of dumbasses? Relax. Don't feel guilty. These, uh, ladies and gentlemen wouldn't dress this way if they didn't want you to look at and judge them.
Let's get on with the pointing and laughing, shall we?
So. Guys like hot girls, right? But on St. Patrick's Day, I actually saw two girls (and, by the way they were dressed and carrying themselves, I'm pretty sure they'd convinced themselves that they were indeed hot) who were dressed so St.-Patrick's-Day-trampy that a couple of guys said, "Look. It must be Skank Patrick's Day." Tragic.
For all you ladies over 40...and 30...hell, over 25...you're old enough that you don't have to succumb to any kind of pressure whatsofuckingever to don a bunch of stupid green shit on St. Patrick's Day. So...don't. Please.
Boys. Please don't. Please notice the fact that, despite this man's "I'm the guy" t-shirt ("I'm Irish: wanna see my leprechaun?"), there are no women around him. Anywhere. Except for me. Taking his douchey picture.
And because I think bad pictures are funny and I have no pride, here's a non-St. Pat's pic for you. It's what I wore to take out my trash tonight. It didn't occur to me what a classy ensemble it was until I ran into my neighbor. Never walk out of the house like this, kids.
Sweatshirt with week-old cake batter stain. Sweatpants. Big, fuzzy, stripey socks (my feet stay cold). Shoes...
Lucy! Out of the way, sweetie...
Leather ballet flats. Sexaaaaayyyyy.
Kittens, are you willing to send me pics of your embarrassing outfits? You can cut out your faces...
Or, as always, keep those cameras at the ready for the people that you meet when you're walkin' down the street!
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