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
did you offer to marry him?
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?”
