Panties Ready for Bunching
Today I’ve been hunting down rants. Discarding a misguided list of the 50 greatest cartoon characters ever (Porky Pig made it in over Marvin the Martian? Apoplexy!) and a sanctimonious Fast Food Nation fueled look at butchery (I don’t give a shit about the cows, you understand, but I hate to be responsible for negligent treatment of human life and limb), I’m left with slim pickings.
Thankfully, Simon the Fake Lintott is openly planning to post on “why socks suck”. The mere thought of such a post brings me to staggering heights of flabbergasted outrage. As I noted early on, socks are the most wonderfully fun pieces of clothing ever – or at least since codpieces and hats with excessive feathers.
Perhaps he was talking about the kind of socks that have to match your trousers, or some other quirky British usage. Have patience, gentle readers, all will be settled in due time.