I blog a lot about bad fashion, and readers often ask what’s the worst outfit I’ve ever seen. You know, like one where I’d swallow a cyanide pill rather than wear it.
Until a couple of days ago that was a tough question, but no longer. It’s this one here.
Before I’d wear this I would take a gyrocopter ride with Velma, work as an elephant butt-checker, or even drink a frosty pitcher of “Urinade.”
To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure how you would describe this creation to the police, like if terrorists made you put it on.
“Hey, Lonnie, we’re goin’ to the beach today! Don’t forget, we’re dressin’ like King Tut would if it was casual Friday!
“And remember the most important part, Lon. We’re all gonna glue bits of blue plastic over our johnsons, so chicks will think we’re cool!”

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A model presents a creation by Kazakhstan’s Kenje design house during Kazakhstan Fashion Week in Almaty May 15, 2009. REUTERS/Shamil Zhumatov
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