Everything I wear is either grey, or striped. I feel like this must be the wardrobe equivalent of being a conservative politician in the late 1800’s. Or something stodgily along those lines.
OK, that’s not a very appealing example. My point is, dude, quit starching your handkerchiefs and get a life (That’s me addressing the imaginary politician [who is also me, following the analogy, but let’s not get confused]. Anyway, just to be clear, I don’t own handkerchiefs, though give me a few years and we’ll see what rolls).
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