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in preparation for our trip to dizny wrld, my wife bought me a fanny pack. no you didn't just fall into a time portal, i will type it again for you, fanny pack.
when you are 19 you're cool every breathing moment, intentionaly or not. at 19 you could wear... oh, say, a plastic mesh truckers hat from 1972 and a pair of jeans cut so poorly your ass crack is visible and it looks cool. at 19 you could say something like "fo shizzle my bizzle" and it sounds cool.
at 37, you are only allocated 3 days of cool per year, and you are not told which days they are. might have been yesterday, might be tomorrow. you just don't know.
there is no way i am strapping on a fucking fanny pack.
Posted by griff at March 25, 2004 01:43 PM