Seriously, if you look at your ties, I bet the ones that have to be taken to the cleaners from time to time are all silk, your best ties, while your non-silk, non-fancy, non-memorable ties hang in the closet for years without needing a cleaning.
Over the past year I've kept my eyes open for solid ties that won't clash with striped shirts. I don't know if that's fashionable, I haven't read GQ in weeks (years and years), but it seems pretty reasonable to me. I finally found a couple in Italy, actually made in Italy, at least that's what the tag says, but cheap because I found them at the outdoor market. One is gray, and it matches one of my sport coats perfectly; add that to black pants and a white shirt I'm a pretty hot shit. Unfortunately, on both the two important occasions I've worn the ensamble, I've managed to drip greasy cafeteria soup onto it before the meeting I'd dressed up for.That never happens! Maybe five times in my whole life. For some reason two of those times were within two weeks of each other on the same tie, even though I eat soup everyday like a good boy. Yesterday I had to drive home in the middle of work to change my tie. WTF? Silk ties are soup magnets.
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i always get toothpaste on my pajamas.
p.s. the word verification i have to type below is "supsib" like what's up, sibling
or like "sub sib," i.e., suboptimal sibling...hey, i love you, but i don't know, maybe blogger knows best?!
you retard.
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