**** you ***hole. Just because I paid my life savings in order to get smuggled into this country doesn't make you better than me. As I mail a letter to my parents, while sending half my under-the-counter wages, I include a nice picture of myself with a folded down collar standing next to a life-sized cutout of Jessica Alba. And I laugh at your pathetic attempts at self-aggrandizement, knowing full well that I have a deepness of spirit and quality of character that only comes from the eating of domesticated house-pets. COLLAR DOWN MOTHER****ER!
Exactly, which is why I'm making my girlfriend buy me these for my birthday on Thursday: You can't tell me those aren't the coolest shorts ever made.
Uh oh, Aeropostale? Less tool (what does tool even mean these days???) than over-overpriced Abercrombie but worse than Old Navy. And sorry, I would only wear those shorts if I were a caddy in Bermuda. Anyway, this shirt pretty much sums up the thread: http://www.bustedtees.com/shirts/collarup
Since I am a poor grad student in the Middle East, I am not fat enough to fit in most of the old clothes I brought with me from the States. Most of what I have left is: a Hank Williams t-shirt I bought in New Orleans, a Belle and Sebastian T I bought at a concert in LA, a pair of black Ropers, an old Hakeem jersey and a bunch of simple collarless buttonless cotton clothes bought in outdoor markets from Palestinian hawkers who spend 30 minutes negotiating prices. I don't own anything khaki, but I have alot of Olive drab stuff, most of it Israeli surplus, which is not entirely unlike Vietman era US uniforms. Even if I could afford a designer polo shirt, I wouldn't "pop" it, just as I would never wear a jacket intended only for members. But if you are so inclined to ever come to the Holy Land on vacation I would laugh, just as the Israelis and Arabs would, at anyone who did dress this way, and I would be certain to try and sell you lots of plastic crap at highly inflated prices to finance my Masters Degree because you advertise that you make too much money and are highly gullible. Not so long ago, I too lived in America, and made six figures working like a slave for corporate America as a Unix Systems Administrator, but now I am a poor writer and all I have to console me, as I eat a diet of fresh salads, dress like a Bedouin, and walk about in plastic sandals and live in a slum with Russian immigrants, is the phallanx of highly oversexed young Jewish girls eager to hone their sexual prowess and prove their value to inspire my writing. Yes, I too used to hate myself, and dress like a child. So pop your collar, fat boy, and waste away in your decadent den of soulless Starbucks coffee,mall culture, and undersexed, over-dressed women. All I envy is your access to NBA broadcasts and Mexican food. I would add more, but I need to handicap the races at Belmont to pay my rent.
I read the link that is under the first post on here and it is just the Yale guys griping about nothing over and over again. I guess people with expensive educations argue a lot more than Rockets fans do. I thought that our website was a bunch of people wasting their breath, but I have a whole new perspective. They had 45 pages of arguments over this first post... 45. Their page actually made me feel great about posting here, but as everyone on here knows, the arguments that get started are always pretty pointless in the grand scheme. In other words, we keep it under control over here. Not to kiss ass, but the moderators do a good job here and posters do their part too. We've got it good.
i've always done it when playing golf or in the sun... playboy advisor said awhile back that it okay if your in the sun doing something outdoors and its a sun thing, but if you in the grocery store you look like an ass...
Well, if you sub flip-flops for sandals, it is according to this: http://bbs.clutchfans.net/showthread.php?t=100139&page=1
Those on this board that flash how much their annual salary is to prove your status, are really only exposing your true insecurities.
Smith Barney is not even a bulge bracket bank. I'm not going to tell you where I work, because you could be some stalker freak. What I will tell you is this - I work for the leading book runner of CDOs according to the latest asset backed alert.
which means you work at: Look at me: You think my girlfriend go for someone who didn't have his collar up? I don't think so. I remember the night I met her. I bought her so many $9 drinks she couldn't even walk. So I drove her home in my BMW 328ci, but not before I took a few "liberties" with her. The next morning I took her to brunch and went to the mall, where I bought her some blouses. You assholes don't know the first thing about being a gentleman. You probably never even eaten Beef Wellington or skiied the Aspens.
