Have you ever heard of soldiers getting shot when they get near the last day of active duty overseas? Other soldiers don't want to be anywhere near the guy with a day or two left cuz they know an anvil is gonna fall on them or they'll step on land mine or a sniper will take him out.
Or something.
Well, every year me and The Hoag see if we can make it until the last day of October without wearing a coat. Something about prolonging summer.
Or something.
This year is special....it's almost the end of November (NOVEMBER!) and I still haven't worn a coat. One day left. Tomorrow is November 30th and I haven't yet worn a coat.
So to all my friends, please stay away from me tomorrow because I have the feeling that come tomorrow I'm gonna step on a land mine.
Or something.
* Only T will get today's clever title.
* I got it too.
ReplyDeletebut of course you would :)
ReplyDeletehmmmm....I think I've got you beat. I didn't wear a coat at all last year. I only wore real shoes three times too! (that was because I went to weddings)
ReplyDeletePussies.
ReplyDeleteI've made it til January some years.
You are what you eat.
ReplyDeleteI'm wearing only a coat. does that count for something?
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ReplyDeleteYes, as a forest ranger, as you walk for hours outside every day, on the lookout for the elusive vole, it must be very hard on you without a coat.
ReplyDeleteIt would be so much easier if you only had to go from your heated garage, to your heated sport utility vehicle, and then the final agonizing 45 yards to a heated store...
Cousin Saul's false bravado doesn't count...he lives down south.
ReplyDeleteOne year, I wore summer shoes until mid-November...am I cool, too?
ReplyDeleteAnyways, I second what Clinky said. Come talk to us when you're walking to work, pansy!
If I walked to work I wouldn't be able to to sit on my heated seats in my car.
ReplyDeleteHeated seats?! Whatta sissy!
ReplyDeleteBut without a coat!
ReplyDeleteI'm 100% man.
I used to wear Birkenstocks in the snow. (And no, I never wore socks with my birks.)
ReplyDeleteBut that was when I was a drugged out hippie, so it might not count.
All true:
ReplyDeleteAt this very moment I'm wearing a coat. And eating mashed potatoes.
Yesterday, I interviewed the CEO of the company that runs the William Shatner DVD club. One of the movies offered in the club? "The Butterfly Effect."
It's the NoOprah circle of life.
*I think I get the clever title. But then again, I'm a booze bag so perhaps I'm just hoping it refers to one of my favorite beverages. Which I happen to enjoy often, coat or no coat!
ReplyDeleteWhat's a coat?
ReplyDeleteSigned,
someone who lives in the south
Motheragawd-
ReplyDeleteHEY!!! MY father never wore a coat either!!!!(He once wore a sweater, during the Blizzard of 1978-MAN-you knew it was Winter when THAT happened). AND he could pull stuff out of a 400 degree oven with his bare hands!
I'm beginning to suspect that I might know you.
Nooprah,
ReplyDeleteYou don't really have to actually do it...just get a bumper sticker that says "This Car Climbed Mt. Washington Without a Coat."
And then maybe the zillion dorks from New England who have the world's most retarded and boring bumper sticker on their cars (This Car Climbed Mount Washington...yeah yeah yeah...BFD) will feel like pussies and take them off.
bostongraf,
ReplyDeleteFashion Rule #1: NEVER admit to having worn Birkenstocks. Even if you wore them, without socks, while climbing Mt. Everest.
Bemis - It's okay. I worked at Eastern Mountain Sports. It was practically my job to wear them...and be a drugged out hippie.
ReplyDeleteDamn, I miss that job.
It just occurred to me that I walk to work most days, all winter, wearing a skirt.
ReplyDeleteSurely that beats some guy who doesn't wear a coat during a mild November and drives a car with heated seats all the rest of the winter?
I win!
Cake,
ReplyDeleteBut he may wear skirts too-check that out before you collect your trophy.
bostongraf,
ReplyDeleteOk. You're excused.
Ahhhh... The Good Old Days!
Bemis:
ReplyDeleteGood point.
In fact, he wins, hands-down, if he's wearing a kilt the traditional way...you know, with nothing underneath.
I'll happily hand the trophy over in that case!
You call it a trophy?
ReplyDeleteJanesays - kudos! I believe you got the clever *title.
ReplyDeleteWhere's the packie?
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