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Its freaking open in the back? I spend weeks mocking, laughing, at people actually buying, spending money!, on Snuggies or Snugglies or whatever the blame they're called. Then my eight year old wants to buy mommy a pink one for Christmas. So I say okay. Its only twenty bucks. She's eight. Okay. So then my wife gets two of them and I privately shake my head in disdain. (But, hmmm, they DO look com-fort-ab-le, cozy even). And then today, I get back to the office and there is a present in my chair from a sweet, well-meaning client. I unwrap it. Oh no. It's a freaking snugglie. Hmm. A Gator snugglie. (It DOES look comfee, I think to myself. I'm wearing the son of a bitch tonight with the kids and wife gone - while I watch a little football. Comfy! ~) And then -- I get home late, after a few beers. House is empty. It's cold outside. I'm doing it. What a country! I'm a snugglie dude. I unfurl the thing and put it on. Wait. It must be backwards. No - maybe I need to pull it apart. Its got to be a seamless tunic....like in the old testament, right? Like how it looks in the commercial. Right? No. The sumbitch is open in the back. Like a stinking backwards robe without a cloth belt. Like a freaking fuzzy hospital gown with a Gator design. I can feel the breeze on my back. I'm disgusted.
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Liti-Gator
(68.171.233.96) on 12/28/2009 - 10:45 p.m. says: ( 248 views
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