I’ll be careful here, since I’m not sure I want Goo spanking my bare tushie (or do I? Goo?). I have two Timbuk2 bags: the DeeDog (large) and the PeeWee (small/medium). Definitely have too much stuff for pockets.
With a Timbuk2 bag, you don’t look so much like a sissy as you do a bandwagon jumper: they’re all over the place in Philly. But they’re so well-made and practical that I don’t care.
::fearlessly brushes aside Goo and his brandished ping pong paddle::
Word, Marlitharn. All that a fanny pack can possibly contribute to your image is the appearance of needing your fanny packed.
(Thank-you-very-much, kabbes)
Those without a gut instantly acquire one by wearing the little rotter. Those with a gut immediately gain several pants sizes from the incorporation of this one single element of apparel.
I solve all of these problems simultaneously by carrying a gray canvas Navy gas mask bag (when needed). It has a shoulder strap and nice military sort of buckles that entirely precludes any possible aspersions being cast upon one’s masculinity. If anything, you have the appearance of being at the ready for chemical warfare which always sets back your detractors a pace or two. (Especially in the Mexican restaurants.)
Am I the only Friends nerd on this board? I’m surprised no one mentioned “The One with Joey’s Bag”! That was my first thought when I saw this thread. Pathetic, ain’t I?
[Scene: Central Perk, Ross and Chandler are on the couch as Joey enters with his new bag.]
Joey: Hey!
Chandler: Hey!
(As he walks past both Chandler and Ross notice the bag and stare at each other in shock.)
Chandler: Wow! You look just like your son Mrs. Tribbiani!
Joey: What? Are you referring to my man's bag? At first, I thought it just looked good, but it's practical too. Check it out! It's got compartments for all your stuff! Your wallet! Your keys! Your address book!
Ross: Your make-up!
Rachel: (entering) Joey, what are you doing with the bag? You're audition is not until tomorrow.
Joey: Yeah, but sandwich time is right now. (Removes a sandwich and starts eating.)
Rachel: Joey, y'know you get any mustard on that bag, you can't return it.
Joey: Why would I return it? I love this bag!
Rachel: All right, then you owe me $350.
Joey: Fine! Do you take Vasa or Mustercard? (He's holding the fake credit cards that come with the bag.)
Oh, but hell no! NOBODY wears leg-warmers anymore! Therefore, fanny packs are doofus accessory number one by default! And I will admit that during my misspent youth I did own a pair of leg-warmers. Hot pink, no less. But nothing in heaven or hell will ever induce me to strap one of those geekazoid carry-alls around my (at one time) trim waist!
My tushie laughs at your feeble attempt to subvert it to your backward views!
