I was born. I suffered.
I suffered some more, and hopefully,
I won't die a painful death.
This is my life.

Khaki sickness

Khakis: Soul-gouging uniform of office workers.


Is there anything more nausea inducing than khaki pants? I feel such a morbid disdain for their vapid, muted earth-toned cotton-blended fibers. Paired with the uberly© bland Polo shirt, they create the uniform of oppressed conformity.

Men need to rise up and flex some of their atrophying business casual muscles. Please, for the love of Mike, wear cargo pants.