Ike, my friend, it just goes to show - You can always tell a DeadHead, but you can’t tell him much.
Good lord, I am horrified to realize that every piece of clothing I have on right now (excluding undies) is from Talbots. Talbot’s turtleneck, Talbot’s sweater, Talbot’s jeans.
Christ, what am I? I swear every year I acquire more and more trappings of a conservative suburbanite but I’m telling you that’s not who I am.
On my feet are my wacky Qwaruba clogs that are a cross between bedroom slippers and I don’t know what. Maybe they’ll save me, but in honesty they just make me a BoBo.
Um…denim shirt, wifebeater underneath, jeans, grey socks, Rockport hiking boots, and a pair of Superman boxer briefs. My watch, my Superdude ring, and nothing else.
For the past 11 hours, I have not worn a stitch. So There.
An old high school t-shirt
Red plaid boxers
Undies
Necklace
Glasses
I would be in less, but I have to answer the door at some point. A maintenance guy is supposed to be here to look at the washer and dryer. 
-new balance sneakers
-white socks
-dark green pants with light green plaid
-black underwear
-studded black belt
-navy blue tank top reading “Rodeo Riders 1932” with a red
bucking bronco
-white bra
-silver ring
-silver watch
-silver necklace
Nothing.
[sub]NOW is this worth $20 a year?[/sub]
A cock ring and nipple tassles.
Kidding.
Black shorts, Hilfiger.
In my jammies:
Black silk Joe Boxer boxers with a pattern of little white skull and crossbones.
A black Nirvana tshirt that reads Crack smoking, fudge packing, puppy kicking, corporate sell out motherfuckers on the back and has the cover art to Bleach on the front. I’m so punk rock, I own bootleg tshirts. 
And naked Euty? Well worth the $20.
Christmas print flannel pajama pants and blue fleece top, and a flannel robe with a frog print. Very becoming; it hides much.
White towel wrapped around my waist. Yep thats it.
If I get away from the computer, I’ve decided to wear my Ralph Laruen sweater (big fuzzy G looking thing), With dark blue Ralph Laruen baggy jeans. And I don’t go anywhere without my Yankees cap.
Red pajama top with long sleeves and matching red shorts
Wearing light blue 501!s,
White Adidas basketball shoes
White socks
White t-shirt
LÝght grey University Of Illinois sweat-shirt…
and…
no underwear…
just to feel there is something unusual going on!!!
Cream jumper
Blue jeans
Winnie the Pooh socks
Two large towels.
First one around my waist.
Second one over my shoulders like a cloak.
This beats a bathrobe any day. Except that the towel around my waist falls down once in a while…
:eek: Hey look over, um, there for a second!
My comfy pj’s. They have big neon pink flamingoes on them and very shiny pink buttons. I also have bright pink slippers and polarfleece socks on.
No way I’m falling for that one hardy… 
An offwhite long john Shirt, purple pajama pants with frog princes saying “Pucker up” on them and my brown Chenile Socks
I’m about to go get my wisdom teeth yanked :eek:, and I’m in no hurry to get dressed, hence the dark blue sweatpants, socks and a Packers Super Bowl sweatshirt.
It’s not gonna hurt…
It’s not gonna hurt…
It’s not gonna hurt…
Black 8-eye Doc Martens.
Blue Faded Glory jeans (42-34)
Hanes socks (gray toe and heel)
Black Hanes boxer-briefs
Black leather belt
Black t-shirt with a woodcutting of a devil, a topless woman, and a couple of mistrels dancing around a campfire, with the words ‘Bhi ag damhsa agus seinm ceoil chomh fiain gur dhamhsaigh an diabhal port’
A Guess Waterpro watch
A white gold wedding band