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Woof, all those bell bottoms are dust in the wind.

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It probably was even worse than that. My mom died. My dad was dating again. He is going on a first date in the 2000s wearing something colorful from the 60s. (I wasn't there.) His date goes something like, "Nope. We are getting you a new shirt." My dad wasn't a hippie, but he wore things that looked like wallpaper from the 60s that were hippiesh. Think Brady Bunch.

E: Also, I'm certainly no fashion maven, but the shit my dad wore was out so far out. I didn't really give a shit what I wore as long as it was bland. My dad was wearing massively outdated flashy shit.

E2: Plaid was as flashy I've ever gotten in my life. Maybe a striped dress shirt. Other than that, solid colors. And not too bright.

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My dad recently passed his all BROWN suit to me. All of it is brown, including the dress shirt and tie!

"Oh that looks good on you. What a good color."

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A well-dressed human turd! LOL ... sorry.

E: My friend had a slightly greenish tint suit. He hadn't worn it in years. It was a funeral or a wedding, and he is wearing it. His gut is busting out of it. He looked like a shady leprechaun.

E2: And unlike the rest of us, he had a vest with it, which made it more leprechaun-ish, haha.