No More Present, Please
Today I am dressed like my father in the Seventies. It was entirely unintentional, but the effect is undeniable.
A fitted wool turtleneck: maroon.
A velvet blazer: black.
Jeans: blue.
Boots: shiny and black.
Hair pulled into a low ponytail...throw a stache and chops on me, and I could pass for your dad, too. I'm hoping by tonight someone invites me to a key party.
posted by TK @ 18:20
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2 Comments:
I'm growing some chops, we'll make a damn fine pair of crime fighting cops who just don't care about the rules.....
AD xx
you pose two problems with that statement:
1. neither of us can actually grow chops.
2. we will certainly remain on the other side of the law, not fighting crime but causing it. of that i am certain.
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