Goodbye

JohnnySavage

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Goodbye my faithful friend. For nearly 30 years now I've worn you, chairished grey sweatpants. But alas, you just don't stay up any more and when my hands are full, you leave my junk on display to the world.

Fair thee well.
 
Goodbye my faithful friend. For nearly 30 years now I've worn you, chairished grey sweatpants. But alas, you just don't stay up any more and when my hands are full, you leave my junk on display to the world.

Fair thee well.

I feel the same way about my recyclable condom
 
Your pants were almost as old as I am. It might be time to buy a few new wardrobe pieces, Johnny.
 
Maybe buy 5 pair in the next style you like.

Oddly enough, I only wear socks twice before I throw them out.


In 1979 I was an all state football player, and the tee shirt from that honor is still in the rotation.
 
Oddly enough, I only wear socks twice before I throw them out.


In 1979 I was an all state football player, and the tee shirt from that honor is still in the rotation.

I never forget about your sock situation. I have some cashmere socks and everytime I put them on I think of you and that you'd have thrown them out a long time ago. They're just so damn comfy and when I dance around the house in my underwear they let me slide on the wood floors like a champ.
 


Favorite articles of clothing are subject to Subsection ii of Section 3a of the second paragraph of Law #7,532 of Murphy's Laws, which states:

You only realize how much you like an article of clothing after it's been worn for at least a year— at which time additional or similar items will no longer be manufactured or available. After all, if you'd known in advance how much you were going to like a particular article of clothing, you would ( of course ) have consciously purchased a lifetime's supply at the time of original purchase.

Therefore, the utility or like one has for specific article of clothing is inversely proportional to its availability.


 
Goodbye my faithful friend. For nearly 30 years now I've worn you, chairished grey sweatpants. But alas, you just don't stay up any more and when my hands are full, you leave my junk on display to the world.

Fair thee well.


These days it is, of course, virtually impossible to find a pair of PLAIN grey sweatpants (virtually all of them now have some brand name prominently emblazoned all over, essentially mandating that the wearer function as an involuntary outdoor advertising display unit).


I'll never buy a pair unless the manufacturer provides emolument for the advertisement. Goddamn marketeers.



 


These days it is, of course, virtually impossible to find a pair of PLAIN grey sweatpants (virtually all of them now have some brand name prominently emblazoned all over, essentially mandating that the wearer function as an involuntary outdoor advertising display unit).


I'll never buy a pair unless the manufacturer provides emolument for the advertisement. Goddamn marketeers.





Men who use the word "emolument" correctly should only wear neatly pressed khakis and elbow patches on their sweaters.
 
Men who use the word "emolument" correctly should only wear neatly pressed khakis and elbow patches on their sweaters.


The elbow patches belong on a Harris tweed jacket actually purchased on Uist.

 
Goodbye my faithful friend. For nearly 30 years now I've worn you, chairished grey sweatpants. But alas, you just don't stay up any more and when my hands are full, you leave my junk on display to the world.

Fair thee well.

I know the feeling. My biggest problem is with shoes. They mold themselves to your feet so that as soon as you put them on you know that they are yours and no one elses. Saves me a little money though I suppose. :D
 
Goodbye my faithful friend. For nearly 30 years now I've worn you, chairished grey sweatpants. But alas, you just don't stay up any more and when my hands are full, you leave my junk on display to the world.

Fair thee well.
a touching eulogy.

what now ... a box and a spade or an immolation on the pyre? have you considered what song they'd want played?
 
a touching eulogy.

what now ... a box and a spade or an immolation on the pyre? have you considered what song they'd want played?

I had planned on disposal by fire, just like is the proper procedure for disposing of a flag. But it's rather cold outside so when the day is done, I'll just unceremoniously toss them in the bin. Which with tomorrow being trash day, it will be a quick and final end.
 
I had planned on disposal by fire, just like is the proper procedure for disposing of a flag. But it's rather cold outside so when the day is done, I'll just unceremoniously toss them in the bin. Which with tomorrow being trash day, it will be a quick and final end.

May they rest in peace, for once
 
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