OK what is the deal with all the people wearing sweat pants or tracksuit bottoms?
Are they on their way back from the gym? Are they ill?
A tracksuit bottom is an infinitely half-assed item of clothing.
You're practically announcing to the world that, a) you can't be arsed to wear clothes that take more than two seconds to put on, and b) you delude yourself thinking that wearing sweatpants makes you look sporty (well as sporty as Sporty Spice). What is going wrong with the British populace?
The worst of the lot are those who wear sweatpants and dress shoes. A more retarded mismatch of styles and self-consciousness cannot be produced in the British Isles.
Having said that, given the social class among whom the tracksuit bottom is most prevalent, I can understand its more practical side. You see, wearing tracksuit bottoms significantly decreases the time necessary to make future dole-scrounging babies with an under age slapper in a shitty council estate in Newham. On that point the sweatpants must be seen as victorious.
The procedure goes something like this:
*One bottle of Bacardi Breezer (preferably 'watermelon' flavour - drives the slags crazy and makes them feel classy);
*A few well-placed "you're allright Sharon, fancy a shag?" followed by "listen yeah", "innit", "is it?" and "when is your dad released?";
*Slip off;
*Slip in;
*Slip of the one-eyed soldier;
*Slip out;
*Slip on;
*Wait for 9 months;
*Beat up you kid and its mother for having the audacity to hold you to account.
*Repeat at will.
Not really much of a rant, but the message should be clear. Now fuck off.
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