Tuesday, September 20, 2005

The Moment The Love Died.

Bill loved Mary Jane. He really really did. She shared his love of The Da Vinci Code, Jack Russells, and Reality TV. He figured he could eventually gently ease her out of her Capri Pants phase. Then came that cloudy stale Sunday afternoon. Already wearing his least favorite pair of “pants”, Mary Jane DEMANDED he come in with her as she tried on the even uglier pair in the window. Bill kept walking, and never looked back.


Blogger mmm...that's delicious said...

I'm not sure all capri pants are worthy of scorn. Most, yes, but all? Hmmmmm...I'll have to keep my eyes peeled.

I consider them alot like khakis on men. I generally find them loathsome. Never broke up with anyone over them, though. But I probably wouldn't date anyone who considered them a uniform.

you fought the good fight, it sounds...

5:13 PM  
Blogger threetoedsloth said...

I hate khakis on men too! As well as on women, but on men they're GRUESOME. I believe that a man becomes entirely sexless the minute he wears a pair of khakis. They're as bad as cowboy hats. And that's pretty bad.

3:21 PM  
Blogger copyranter said...

Ladies, just to put it on record...I DON'T WEAR KHAKIS. EVER. Jeans. Painters' pants. This one cool pair of thin cotton/ linen-like pants I got at H&M. Suits. A Tux. That's IT.

Now, burn all your hideous unsexy Capris.


3:36 PM  
Blogger copyranter said...

also, Cords in the Winter.

3:51 PM  

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