Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 116)...

Once again, kids, it's time for....


Several years ago (twenty, actually), when Uncle Polt was younger (much younger), he owned a Chevy Camaro. 1988, blue, chicks-dig-it (not that that mattered to me), speed limit ignoring, Chevy Camaro. No T-top though. I've got a picture of it somewhere around here, but that's not the point of this post.

Ownership of that vehicle made it obvious just how frickin' cool I was. Cause as we all know, ONLY really really cool twenty year old dudes own Camaros. And Trans Ams too. But just in case anyone missed just how incredibly cool I was (and to insure they knew that I knew I was cool), I had to have one accessory. Couldn't leave the house without it. Especially if I was going to be driving the Camaro, but even if I wasn't, I wanted everyone who saw me to bask in my coolness. Or at least see just how cool I was and to be envious of me for it.

What was said accessory? A pair of these babies!



These gloves and that car made me cool. What a fool. What a tool. Youth is, as they say, wasted on the young.

I don't have the Camaro anymore, got rid of that in like 1993. But for some reason I've still got the glvoes. Go figure. And no, I don't wear them any more.

Anyway, to see what some people less pretentious than a twenty year old Polt, click HERE.

POLT Listening to "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John

Well this is bad on so many levels. - Sam Seaborn, The West Wing