Thursday, July 08, 2010
Hi, I'm a "Thom didn't have an insomnia-attack last night placeholder." I'm here in case Thom didn't get up and write a post at 5AM. Look at me, I'm a tie-dyed Mt. Borah jersey. And you thought Primal Wear had a monopoly on jerseys that make you want to either puke or punch someone in the dick.
Full disclosure: I own this Primal Wear jersey. At least I used to. I may have "lost" it. Possibly in a fire. A man-made one. It was great though, I could ride through Framingham and Natick and instead of screaming "Faggot!," drivers in their Irocs would yell "Yeah dyude!" at me.
But at no time in my life did I think that this aesthetic abomination was a good idea. Shit, if I saw someone wearing this jersey, I wouldn't bother yelling at them, I would run them over straightaway. Even if I was on my bike. And then I would douse them with gasoline and light them on fire.