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ONLY if you wear the white frilly apron, and frilly white hat to the dry cleaners. They'll be reviewing their security camera for YEARS...
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Uh no. Not even going to do it for money.:eeek::eusa_doh:
ONLY if you wear the white frilly apron, and frilly white hat to the dry cleaners. They'll be reviewing their security camera for YEARS...
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It comes out of the wife's allowance anyway.
You would love my dry cleaner then. When I say heavy starch, it comes back heavy starch. You have to snap the pockets open. You could cut tomatoes on the creases on the sleeves.
Our cleaners goes nuts on the starch as well. My husband always gets heavy starch on his laundry. If I happen to have a pair of pants in there, I have to pry the legs open before I can put my foot in. lol
Here in Texas you can request "cowboy starch." Basically heavy starch on steroids. Stiff as a board. You'll need 2 people to pull the legs open on those pants, and I guarantee you'll break a sweat just trying to put them on!
Hey JP, before you dig that hole too deep, you should consider that EVERY Marine is taught how to iron his own uniform, and is expected to maintain his appearance.
It is, sadly. My friends and my sister call me a pimp, because of the fact that I wear a gold watch, nice clothes, and especially when I had what they called my 'pimp car' a 1979 Buick Electra. I did not enjoy it, at all, and they couldn't figure it out.
I don't like braggarts or slackers. I think braggarts and macho-doods are actually more lacking in masculinity than the guys who do what is looked at by some as 'women's work' because we are so comfortable with ourselves that we don't need to prove to anyone who 'masculine' we are.
Real men iron with a mangle.
(Speaking of which, every time I get called "bro" or some variation thereof, I respond "Do I look like your brother?" Hilarity ensues.)
It comes out of the wife's allowance anyway.
You would love my dry cleaner then. When I say heavy starch, it comes back heavy starch. You have to snap the pockets open. You could cut tomatoes on the creases on the sleeves.
That's how I like my shirts! You have a heck of a find there, Jimmy!
Or, indeed, instead of hunting, baseball, and working on old cars.
There are any number of words for men like that -- "gigolo" was the most common in the Era, and it was usually spat out with real contempt. Today I imagine there's a subculture somewhere that wears it -- or "pimp" -- as a badge of honor.