Two words from Monday’s train ride: man fur. A fellow rider decided that the meteorological conditions and style demands he was under necessitated he drag the fur coat out the closet . Trust me, I watch my fair share of Master P videos to know what passes as a cool man-fur, and this was most definitely not such a fur. A short cropped waist and practically striped combo of white, silver and dark grey pelts catapulted him into first place on the the worst commuter outwear of ‘06 charts. Hopefully the offender will stumble on this blog, realize he was out of his mind, and donate that abomination to the nearest Salvation Army.
Posted by Mike 