What Are You Doing?

I like vanilla icecream with self added Kahlua, that is how you know you get the right amount for you.

 

You mean Kahlua with self added ice cream?

 

Oh you!

 

My preciouses!

 

Just spent a wild Saturday night ironing and sorting my pocket squares.

Thirty-five of them, I think I have a problem

 

Have you tried extreme ironing?

 

You call that extreme?

 

I couldn't find a picture of someone ironing in the depths of hell. Sorry about that.

 

Looking for a decent comedy to watch on Netflix. Suggestions welcome (nothing too below-the-belt, if possible).

 

What are pocket squares? Have I been missing out on something wonderful my whole life?

 

Oh, you mean a pocket waster. It was a perfectly good pocket, but then some fool stuffed it with a totally useless piece of fabric that, apparently, requires ironing and who knows what other annoying maintenance. Do you have to feed and water it, too? Do you have to keep it away from direct sunlight?

Sheesh. To think that pocket might have held something useful, like a notebook, a pen, a soldering iron, a spare sock, a duck call, a pack of spare mandolin strings, a locksmith's phone number, an egg timer, or a peanut butter sandwich.

Trust human beings to find the only non-useful thing that will fit in a pocket, and put it in the pocket!

 

But it looked better than the peanut butter sangwich

 

Awaiting Gypsy King's greatest victory.

 

But can you fend off the predatory advances of a thrice divorced and highly allergic secretary with a tuft of fabric.

 

No no no, like the necktie, the pocket square is one of the few ways a conservatively-dressed gentleman can express his individuality. A pocket square should be worn, while one should also carry a separate handkerchief for cleaning one's glassed, dabbing one's nose, and similar activities. The only time a pocket square should be used in such a way is as a gallant gesture to a young lady* in distress, but one must be sure that said lady is indeed a lady and not some ill-bred strumpet with a gold-plated heart:




*A tradition that perhaps needs broadening in this Year of Our Lord of 2018, but I'm enough of a dinosaur that if I see a young man blubbering, I'll politely ignore it so as not to bring further shame on him.

 

My dad’s about to teach me how to drive a stick! Getting gas first though...

 

Good luck! Be patient

 

I like this type of shopping anytime of the year. Can't beat relaxing on
the couch, with a cup of coffee, and don't have to put up with the
cashier in a crummy mood.

 

Listening to music on youtube.

 

Empathising with a comrade. Strength to my brothers...

 

You should come to my shop.