Robert’s shirt
By now many of us know that Robert13212 has dubious standards of style and fashion sense despite his metrosexual claims of effeminate colour co-ordination as evidenced by his tasteful dish rack and newly acquired beach towels.
One night Robert was wearing a garish monstrosity of a shirt that really should have been left back in NY prior to his moving here.
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How the hell he got that through TSA inspection on his trip to the DR I’ll never know. It would surely qualify under the category of ‘are you carrying any offensive objects?’ question.
So this night Robert was enduring (or probably enjoying) some gentle ribbing from my son regarding said shirt.
So Robert came up with a plan that he thought it would be good gag to secretly give the shirt to me at some point over the next few days so that I could then hide it in my son’s luggage. He thought it would be hilarious when my son discovered this article on his return to the UK.
Now I admit this plan had some merit (as do such things after a few Presidentes) and agreed to go along with it.
So the next day Robert gave me the shirt and I awaited a suitable moment to hide in my son’s bags.
On the day of his departure my son said to me ‘ Dad, don’t think for one moment that you are going to put that fucking ridiculous shirt in my bags’
WTF!!!!
With a face of complete innocence I denied the very existence of the shirt.
My son then proceeded to tell me that during the very night that Robert was wearing the shirt, Robert told him the whole plan and that he wanted my son to take a photo of him wearing the shirt back in the UK.
Some fucking surprise Robert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The offending article is now residing in my closet and will be returned to it's rightful owner to fight another day.
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