The worst of the gougables hawked by the wedding industry. Seriously, there's nothing so godawful out there that they won't slap a couple of doves on it and shove it up on The Knot.
Monday, May 15, 2006
In the flurry of the big day, it's all too easy to marry the wrong man -
.. the best man, perhaps, or - heaven forbid - your dad.
Fear not. These handy socks will quickly sort out the men from the boys. Gather the most likely candidates and a quick glance at the ankle will identify the scamp, allowing the fiesty rapscallion to be brought up before the priest as fast as you like.
Thank you, man-brand socks! Without you, I'd had to let that one get away!
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