Man, I totally wish my parents were this cool. Spending my 10-year-old days gelling up my mohawk and running around in chaps... it would've been good times.
Only men who aren't comfortable with their masculinity wear a different color of tassels and tutus.
You may write them off as freaks but if somebody is holding their mom's hand, they're alright in my book.
As soon as they're south of the border, they get all moody and try to start mosh pits at concerts even when nobody else wants to join in.
Two belts and you still can't adjust your pants properly? Surely there must be some sort of award for this.
The first annual summit of the Skinny Puppy league went pretty well, I'd say.