One had a (tight!) black t-shirt and (also tight!) black jeans on, but he was also wearing a cowboy hat and a big silver belt (and big black stompy boots), and danced perfectly appropriately.
See, that is an acceptable for of black t-shirt and jeans. Accessorized to go for a deliberate look, instead of
I couldn't be bothered to change before going to the goth club.
I seriously believe that the boys are her harem, and she had them dress all different styles to please her.
A perfectly reasonable assumtion.
My dad in particular likes to use the "you should..." statements quite a lot.
Heh. Pete does that. One very dear friend responds to him with "You're right, I *could*." I usually say "I might ..."
Which reminds me of the Best Knock-Knock Joke Ever!
Knock, knock
eta: I want to hear the joke.
and thunk is too forceful of a sound to be made from fainting dead away from the pretty. Embrace the truth, Hec.
The truth is that you're going make a very nice
thunking
sound if you faint dead away while standing up.
eta: I want to hear the joke.
Okay, I'll start it, 'cos it doesn't work right otherwise.
Knock knock.
Guess I really want to hear the joke....
Nope, I'm sorry. There's only the thunk sound if you put force behind it. You meant to thud. Clearly.
Clearly.
So... Olives on a muffaletta? Maybe a sprinkle of pecans? How do you pronounce that anyway?
Who's there?
Control freak. Now you say "Control freak who?" ...
I laughed and laughed and laughed when a friend told that to me. Pete mock-glared at me and said "Yes, I know why you find this so amusing, gothygirl."
