Not in a comment, I won't...I'd need a whole blog for eBay mistakes. Although in my defense, not ridiculous shit.

I have bought shoes in the wrong size INTENTIONALLY just because they were so cute and I just Had To Have Them even if they didn't fit. So I guess that counts, right?

Hey, does being first count if Ace didn't write the post?

And what's up with this, Harry's blogging clothes, and Laura is blogging NSFW ass?

Damn, y'all are confused!

Well, I have this off-white lambskin sports jacket I bought for about $500 because I was shopping to get dressed for a company event where the dress code was "resort chic" (whatever that means) and Mrs. Michael (and a hot friend) thought it was really cool . . .

Never mind. If I tell the whole story (involving linen pants and silk T-shirts), Laura's going to call me a homo or something. God forbid.

Poor guy spent all that money then realized he wasn't gay.

Well, I have this off-white lambskin sports jacket I bought for about $500

So I thought, "I didn't know Michael was gay. But now it kind of all makes sense!"

but then - and Mrs. Michael (and a hot friend) thought it was really cool . . .

So I thought, "Ohhh, he's not gay. Just really wealthy and prone, like most men, to acts of stupidity where hot women are involved."

and then - involving linen pants and silk T-shirts

So again I'm thinking, "FLAMER!"

Actually, I prefer assless leather chaps.

Obviously the problem here isn't Queen, expensive sports cars, Michael's latent homosexuality, or even that guy on eBay's hideous leather pants. The real problem is the ridiculous extremes we guys will go to get laid.

Like your old (and paid for) truck just fine but your lady says "speed turns me on"? Boom! Hello, sports car payment. Overhear your sister's hottie friend mention that guys with long, curly hair make her wet? Boom! There you are at Visible Changes contemplating a perm and highlights.

It's sad, really, but I'll tell you what: God sure knew what he was doing when he gave women vaginas, b/c without them men wouldn't put up with their shit for one second. But with 'em? We'd do friggin' anything -- and I mean anything -- to get us some. Damn, we're lame.

Sad, funny, and true Blacksheep. LOL!

(in Homer Simpson voice) Mmmmm . . . vaginas!

A little girl and boy were showing each other their privates and the little boy points to his penis and teases the little girl that she does not have one. The little girl then points to her vagina and says I have one of these and I can get as many of those as I want.

That was hilarious!

You men kill me. (don't forget the power of the boobs as well!)

When I was in third grade I decided to wear this frilly red dress with white stockings. I looked like some freaky valentines day card come hideously to life.

From then on I followed the KISS rule. Keep It Simple and Solid.

It hasn't failed me yet. I have avoided all those plaids over the years that look like tablecloths. I have avoided the leopard skin look that only really works for 80's metal bands. I have avoided the big sweaters with the huge designs on them where one seems to be a walking piece of bad art.

The horror that is upon us now are those glittery gold and silver purses that resemble disco balls.

Remember..fashion trends are really only ways of making us laugh at old photographs.

"Remember..fashion trends are really only ways of making us laugh at old photographs."

That is TRUELY profound. It also gave me my first laugh of the day. Thankyou Rightwingsparkle.

I've never really been one to take a fashion risk, but I am a little chagrined to admit that I knew DKNY was the brand label for "Donna Karan New York".

In my defense, I do have teen-aged daughters.

Why do I get the feeling the seller goes by "Ace," and the girl he was trying to impress is named "Karol?"

And "DKNY" is deceptive about being a "Donna Karan" brand, rather, it's the cheap step-brother brand of Donna Karan that was sold off to another company, which makes cheaper clothes yet still keeps the implied upscale association with full-on "Donna Karan."

I mean, so I read somewhere. Once.

Dave and Bill had better start talking about football or killing, gutting, and eating a warthog before people get the impression that Dave's daughters are an adopted front and INDC shows he likes it 'IN D Can.'

Bill taking it in the stinky starfish would explain a lot but I don't think it's likely.

I had a David Byrne-style jacket with padded shoulders. That's my first and last fashion brainfart My closet is about as exciting as Dick Cheney's.

it's the cheap step-brother brand of Donna Karan

No shit? I mean, I think the Longhorns are headed for the Rose Bowl, don't you? Kansas and A&M should be no problems at all.

Looking back now, there probably would have only been a slight difference in working out naked or working out in my spandex shorts.

Freedom, however, is still a $1.05.

1989

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Summer job

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Chess King

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$210 worth of Z. Cavaricci brushed cotton zoot suit pants with impossibly baroque belt loops.

Chess King

BAAAAAAAAAHAAHHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAA

oh man, wiping my eyes

tachyonshuggy - that would probably be funny if I knew wtf you were talking about.

Time to google.

Leg warmers and ripped up t-shirts like in Flashdance.

This is all going to appear in the AoSHQ Gay movie. Post at your own peril.

This one time when I was in New Orleans many years ago, I saw a shirt that had Popeye and Olive Oyle. The caption read "Well blow me down". And they were doing something that made the caption mean something different than it usually does. (And, to answer your follow-up question, his forearms aren't the only thing on him shaped funny)

Did I buy that shirt? No.

And that's the biggest fashion mistake of my life.

Famous J,

Well, it was a mistake only if you never wanted a girlfriend.

;-)

Those who don't know the 1970's are doomed to repeat them. And Muscic Videos, it seems.