I had a coworker who used to dress like this, his go-to was a naval peacoat with a top hat.
On Halloween he came to work wearing a hoodie and jeans and it freaked everyone out.
Knew a guy who wore a trenchcoat, black, and a kilt, standard red tartan, even when it was 110 out.
Was chilling with his younger brother one day bitching about how fucking hot it was when this badass walks up in said attire with his guitar slung over his shoulder, goes “shut up you pussies”, pulls out his guitar, and does a bit of improv chords while singing the last couple of things we’d said, something like “it’s hot as balls out here”
I wish I could be even a 10th as cool as that guy was, because goddamn
I would want to exude this energy:
But I know I would exude this energy:
If I looked like this, I’d have to beat the women back with a stick!
Because they are filthy peasants of course and I can’t have them touching my finery. Also my wrists would be too delicate to wield a stick, so I’d have a boy for that.
No need to use a stick - if you’re The Macaroni, you’re allowed to use your…elbows
YYHEYH-eeEaahe-shshshshsh!
Edit: sorry I can hear that second picture and tried to type it. Not sure it came through. Lol sry.
They’re just after his chocolate factory.
If you take away the top hat it doesn’t even look that old fashioned lol just like a really well dressed guy
Yeah I like the top hat too, I’m just saying that’s the only part that makes it seem “historical”
A really well dressed guy that lives in a cool climate. You wouldn’t wear that shit in Texas or Florida or Missouri.
The upper class did, even before air conditioning. I don’t know how they did it.
Perhaps it is this man’s display of the wealth required to buy these dandy clothes which procures said marriage proposals.
Meanwhile I, despite flawless erudition, am judged by my daily wear of “wife beater” apparel. I blame the casual utterance of such profanities.
If my tank top offends any woman for being wife beater toppage, I say to her “Madam, I have no wife. Would you please to hand me another beer from yonder fridge?”
this whole thread hurts me. ugh
guy makes his own clothes, or at least that was the case originally.
i have big respect. let the man slay. you’re welcome to your wife-beaters, and others are welcome to their finery.
the intended tone is clearer to me this morning. look, i’m part of a niche fashion community and other people can get very weird about it. i think i was responding with my frustration toward multiple comments + my own experiences.
Just reminded me, when I was 21 my credit card had a 500 limit but I was asked to travel. Company cards were NOT a thing here, only the CFO had one so they were forced to put me up places with a corporate account. Because of this was staying in a very ritzy four star hotel near silicon valley for a whole month and I had a Sunday check in to get settled. Being young broke and largely oblivious to social norms in a way only a lower class homeschooled kid with ADHD could be I showed up for check in warring ripped khaki rock climbing pants and a stretched out Ramones tanktop with a flannel tied around my waste. The old folks behind me were talking under their breath about how " you really cant tell" and new internet money is changing all the rules. Lmfao they had no idea that I couldnt afford more than the rental car deposit
It’s ‘waist’ when referring to your belt or belly button line
I’m on a pretty good income, my partner and I can afford a one month overseas holiday every year or so and I dress in a mix of jeans off the internet, chosen for their lifespan, and hawaiian shirts from a mass market fashion store
I dress brightly, not at all expensively. When I dressed a lot like this as a kid in the '80s I had to change before the family went to a club for dinner in order to meet the dress code. The clubs are more relaxed now.
You really can’t judge people’s wealth on their dress standards, though there is class encoded in clothes
The fairer sex sees not but the belligerent blustering of a bedswerving bobolyne!
And perhaps you, dear fellow, exist only in your own head, which itself exists inside the room you’re in, which is furthermore in your head as well.
This joke would work better if you knew how to use words like “profanities”, “toppage”, and “yonder” correctly
