Your morning dose of fugliness
Because I love y'all so very, very much. Check out Ugly Dress.com, where you'll find this and so much more. Don't miss the Klingon Wedding or the pregnant prom dress. What's your pick for fugliest attire? In college, I bought a desk at a flea market. This desk contained a surprise -- call it value added: a purple tie on which some wag had painted the head of a cow, or a bull, or in any case something vaguely bovine. The tie's grease stains made it perfect. I treasured that tie along with all my other great flea market purchases, such as the polka collection in glorious warped and scratched vinyl, Happy Organ. Ah, my Happy Organ days. Picture it: dorm party. At one end of the hall, Pee-Off-the-Balcony Dale is bouncing off the walls, listening to The Kinks at top volume. At the other end, Russ I-Wuv-Punk Anderson is trying to crank The Clash and get the girls to pay attention to him, but they won't, cuz he has that baby face and that forever-thirteen-years-old cracking voice. Then Floppy* opens up his dorm room door and lets the perennially joyful sound of polka lilt into the hall. D. *My nickname back then. Don't ask.