Red Mosquito

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

bodysnatcher wrote:

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

lol yeah european clothes are definitely cut different. similar thing happened to me. put on a shirt and felt like i was about to go on holiday with the bois in spain

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

Go for a silk tie maybe?

I AM also looking for a new scarf

Oh jesus. Don’t come back.

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

Go for a silk tie maybe?

I AM also looking for a new scarf

Oh jesus. Don’t come back.

One for winter you ding-dong.

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

I actually wear a slim waist one meant for runners for when I exercise out in the park so I don’t have to leave my wallet and keys in the car, or jangling around in my pockets. It’s pretty inconspicuous underneath your shirt tail if you don’t put bulky items in there.

dad wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

I actually wear a slim waist one meant for runners for when I exercise out in the park so I don’t have to leave my wallet and keys in the car, or jangling around in my pockets. It’s pretty inconspicuous underneath your shirt tail if you don’t put bulky items in there.

you mean you don’t carry around a Cornish game hen just in case?

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

I actually wear a slim waist one meant for runners for when I exercise out in the park so I don’t have to leave my wallet and keys in the car, or jangling around in my pockets. It’s pretty inconspicuous underneath your shirt tail if you don’t put bulky items in there.

you mean you don’t carry around a Cornish game hen just in case?

I keep that in one of those Hot Cold bags in my car so it stays warm for when I get my little hungies

dad wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

I actually wear a slim waist one meant for runners for when I exercise out in the park so I don’t have to leave my wallet and keys in the car, or jangling around in my pockets. It’s pretty inconspicuous underneath your shirt tail if you don’t put bulky items in there.

you mean you don’t carry around a Cornish game hen just in case?

I keep that in one of those Hot Cold bags in my car so it stays warm for when I get my little hungies

do you get hungies often?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:I assume you’re stacking them to save money on distance glasses ?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:Until your grandkind spills milk on them, then it's a huge mistake