You guys aren’t gonna fight over me, are ya? 'Cause I might like that…err, I mean, I wouldn’t like that at all! No, not one little bit.
You know, I never wear the damn thing, anyway. So I may be a member of the Blue Robe Den, but I am not especially loyal. I’m not a double agent–neither side trusts me! 
I’m a memeber of the evil Blue Robes…bwahahaha! Gartog and I will destroy you all!
My robe is made of the most beautiful fabric. Though I cannot be bothered to recall its color, I’ve been told by my distinguished tailors that the fabric is so fine that only the learned and wise have the ability to perceive these fine threads. The unworthy masses, of a lesser pedigree, may have difficulty seeing it clearly.
Say - why don’t you stay here and I’ll go get it, and model it for you. I’m certain you’ll agree that it’s made of the finest cloth, such that you have never seen.
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Ah, Persephone, you are welcome here, since your husband is an esteemed member of the Den.
[sub](and 'cause I think red jammies with sheep on them is simply darling)[/sub]
And Geobabe, I’ll deal with you on January 5 
I have a mint green fuzzy robe, and imthjckaz has a green and blue striped one.
So I am a member of your den, DAVEW0071, and Geobabe and imthjckaz can start their own.
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Dave, the day my husband is an esteemed member of anything is the day monkeys fly out of my butt. 
[sub]the robe does look good on him, though…he’s always looked good in green.[/sub]
I used to be a member of the Green Robe Den but through a terrible dogmatic schism I have broken off and formed my own den, the Green Boxers Den. And shall remain so, at least until a missus comes along and drags me back to the church, uh … den.
And thus there were multiple dens and the people rejoiced. Although all was not well in the land of the Blue Robes, for they felt small and week and thought themselves superior to the other colours. But in time they came to accept the diversity for they knew this way the only way to true peace, each man must choose his own robe and be respected for his choice. For what are robes but garments we cloth ourselves in, after all it’s what is under the robe that matters
And all was well in the land of Robes.
Um, I’m a member of either the [sub]pink fluffy terry robe[/sub] den, or else the blue/green/grey plaid cotton men’s robe den. Depends how cold it is in my house.
All hail the wearers of the plaid flannel robe!
You’re all so very, very wrong. I have the best robe in the world. I am 4ft10, and my robe is bigger than I am. And it has a hood. And it’s white and fluffy-towelly. It is the Queen of Robes.
Hot bath, put on robe, shuffle to the tv so you don’t trip over the hem, curl up with cup of tea (or a cup-a-soup if you’re feeling grand), be snug. This is The Way of the Robe.
I too am member of the Green Robe Den. Oh, the adventures we have had together:
- running out in the rain to close the sunroof of the car.
- chasing the cat back into the house
- Sunday morning stroll to the mailbox (a special treat for the Blue Cotton Oversized Putchies)
- rescuing a small bird that crashed into the sliding glass door.
Alas, the Green Robe may need to be retired soon (with honors of course), as it has met with its arch-enemy: Mud, the Cat with Nasty Pointy Claws. And yet, no matter how much it is tortured and its terrycloth is reduced to strings, it has never betrayed any of the secrets it has heard from me. Such a brave, albeit faded and ratty, comfy robe.
Since the Green Robe is being laundered, at the moment I am a member of the Faded Purple Oversized T-shirt with a Couple of Bleached Areas Cult.
We of the **Multi-Robed Den ** laugh at you uni-robers, whose lives are so simple that you can be satisfied with but a single warm outer garment. Listen to **TroubleAgain ** for in those words are found wisdom
For clothes that reflect one’s complexity, we suggest a summer weight of royal blue and a winter weight of steel gray with red piping. Most interesting in spring and fall when we hover about the Mason-Dixon line in loyalty.
(It helps in these matters to be married to a Ph.D.in Psychology, who is able to explain to us why we do the things we do. Many of those explanations are startling in their novelty and have opened new horizons to us.)
I’m sitting firmly in the camp of the Joe Boxers loungemonkey. Though I have often thought of the joys of the robe, I think I need my own place first. Even then, however, I shall wear nothing my my joes beneath.
But when I do, I’m joining Astroboy. Red crushed velvet, baby.
I’m in the Green Robe that Hangs on the Back of the Door and You Use It to Wipe Your Face After You’ve Brushed Your Teeth Den.
Welcome, Brother Mnementh!
Soon as we can find us a bona-fide virgin, the brain-washi… uh, the endoctrinati… er, uh… the Fellowship [sup]Yeah! That’s it![/sup] Ceremony will begin!
Until then, kneel here in silent contemplation of our uber-Lord, Imo Philips…
We’ll be with you shortly…