….Oh No.

I went to a tie party last night, at which you had to wear a tie, and so I rocked the living crap outta a bowtie and a suspenders and now I genuinely fear that I may, briefly or perhaps for quite some time, b be a person who wears suspenders all the time. They hold your pants up. They give you something to fiddle with. They make you feel like a whismical children’s bartender on a cloud, servin up pink lemonade and chocolate milk. I kind o of want to wear them on the regular.  I guess there are worse things.


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