I saw someone wearing said combo today. It's only 9.40am, far too early for seeing such things.
Especially when it's those pastel kind of couloured walk-shorts that seem to have miraculously not deteriorated at all from 1976 'til now for the people who choose to wear them.
Said shorts are still in pristine condition with the pressed crease down the front, forcing the viewer's eyes in equally terrifying directions. Down leads you to the knee-length wedding-white socks wrapped around chunky, hairy calves. Up leads to an oddly patterned shirt that also looks like it's emerged from the same era as the shorts, but was intended to be worn with something else entirely.
All that's missing is the safari suit jacket. And maybe some sandals.
And people wonder why I hate summer.
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