Christmas time reminds me of still being in school. Getting clothes and what not, seeing who can outlast who with the new outfits. You had to be pretty strategic when it came to when you decided to wear what. My dad’s family bought me some really bitchin’ Fubu get-ups one year. One thing about new outfits at that age was you had to make sure you spaced out the time you wore each fit properly.
Wore it Monday? No one can see you in it again until two weeks or you’ll embarrass yourself immensely. I made a habit of noticing when someone broke tradition and wore a fit too soon again, occasionally some kids would call each other out on it. Others would be slick and mix the pieces up. Nowadays you can catch me wearing the same jeans two days out the week easily.
What I need for Christmas though;
glasses, I’m out of contacts and the sex appeal would be nice.new undershirts, boxer briefs and socksget this oil leak with my car fixed- new everything
