In another attempt in the endless pursuit of updating HotPoop uniforms style, here’s a suggestion for the boys in the crew: Utilikilts! (yes! Barry, forget about those flannel Einstein look a like pants, and you can even keep your tinfoil helmet!) and, for the ladies, the skinny skin A. D’Urbano Collection. Aah…! I’d like to be as elegant as those guys in TBN…
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Yes, yes, Barry…you can also keep your leopard printed thongs, and Phat Elvis his precious Manties with blue laces, within this modern garment. You little sillies..! :-)
The heck with the nudie garments. I want one (or more) of those kilts! Sturdy, comfortable practical skirts, with actual pockets that you can use without having them stretch out! Besides, I love Celtic stuff. I say nudity where it is appropriate, out in the middle of forest somewhere with hundreds of others of like mind. (Quote from Futurama: I want to become a witch, as long as I get to hurt someone and not just dance around on the Equinox!) (not how I feel, of course)
What, Dr Sharl, you want me to run around the office wearing a kilt now? Now that I finally got used to the pink leotard you’ve had me wear since early January? Have mercy! Serenity Now!
ps: Now I know what inspired your scotsman.com anthrax post earlier ;o)