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31Jan/10Off

What’s In The Suitcase? Day Thirty One

You knew this was inevitable.

Like Chekhov says (the playwright, not the navigator) "If you mention a cruise of fatty loud obnoxious people, then it stands to reason there will be loud obnoxious shirts."

I'm paraphrasing.

Here's my first one: actually it's Roots so don't go all "Oh lordy Dead Robot! Where in hell did you find that shirt!?"

I never understood why vacation shirts have such a bad rap. Or why they're "cliche" if they're a bit flashy. Personally I would love to dress like this all the time but thankfully I married into good taste. He allows me to wear this only on vacation - I like it because it looks like pj tops.

And by the way, PJ tops or bottoms out in public is as stupid as having your jeans as low as your mid thigh. This old man has spoken.

Day Thirty One - Out Come The Shirts
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