I went to a wedding yesterday, which is kind of like a people zoo. Here are the hats I want to ride:
George, The Groom: He made me want to wear an off-color NY Yankees baseball hat.
Allison, The Bride: A tiarra.
Louis, George's Dad: Anything BUT a Fez, being he is from Greece and hates Turks. Or a pirate's hat, because he left his tiny Greek island of Hijos to become a cook on a shipping frigate that got attacked and briefly taken over by pirates in the Indian Ocean. (On the same voyage, he was also attacked by a shark and has a leg scar he loves to show off proving he survived a shark attack. Coincidentally, he now owns and operates a diner on Rte. 22 in North Jersey.)
Allison's dad's new trophy wife: She made me want to wear a black ski mask w/ accompianing infared "Night Attack" goggles, thus allowing me to monitor her movements in the dark. I had a "MILF Crush" on her.
Me: I make me want to wear a hat, because I got a rush-job haircut at "Great Cuts" On Ridge Ave. in Roxborough. The hairdresser was insane and kept on making these odd noises while cutting my hair which made it sound like she thought my haircut was delicious. She also told me that she thought her son was retarded but he was really good at math, like a mathmagician. So my haircut looks like like something the bass player in Ned's Atomic Dustbin would have, except off-center and combed over to hide my newly-discorved receeding hairline.