Seemingly innocuous DEATHTRAPS

Are these real, simpering, giggling, Maurice Chevalier-type LITTLE GIRL buttons? How on earth do you do your shirt up with LITTLE GIRL buttons? They'd be too busy playing with their Bratz and Barbie dolls, crying because their brothers were teasing them, getting pink nail polish all over the place, squabbling over hair accessories, swooning at pictures of Justin Timberlake and Craid David, and sulking/pouting/slamming doors when they didn't get their own way.

Has the fashion world finally lost its grip on reality? Are we now expected to accessorise our garments with primary school children simply in order to stay at the cutting edge of haute couture? This may well be all the rage on the catwalks of Erewhon this summer, but you won't find me subscribing to this madness. I have never been a slave to fashion trends - you won't find me following the masses and succumbing to peer pressure. I'm sticking to cat buttons, me.

I agree completely with CJ. These fashion swings get out of control so quick that you don't know what happened.

Who can ever forget the glass condom rage from last summer? Prevented pregnancy even better when they did break.

Naugahyde socks anyone? Still ware houses FULL of those things out on the East coast.

Just this past February some gentalman was trying to pawn off on me a crate of elephant scrotum skullcaps that are prone to shrinkage in the rain.

I must admit that just 3 short years ago I went with the squirrel-button fly jeans fad.

They LOOKED great! The only problem arose when the squirrels decided that it was time to harvest my nuts. OOOOOOOOOoooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!

So I listened to Pizzicato five, and I heard many entertaining oriental-type intros which us gaijin can merrily plagiarise. But then I was reminded viciously and with a heavy blow of my most recent trip to tokyo, and the deathtraps wherien I should avoid, what with the fear for the life n'all.
How with utter lack of fondness I remember mister yin's Floating Sutton He Shit dice game, wherein the performance of the utterly hapless leader of the line for Celtic had no bearing on the outcome of the game whatsoever. And Stereotype-San's number one super luck Dick In the Face Game wherein a raging Amon Tobin r

eacted against his lack of celebrity by storming a number of the Welsh March castles, each populated by, I don't know, Sonia out of Echobelly or someone before sticking his dick in their face I'm sure it was popular it involved dick.

Doood! Tsk! Haven't you heard? Those socks have all been impounded since nauga went on the endangered species list. Kate Moss had herself skinned alive for that famous billboard: "I'd rather have NO hide than naugahide!"

It's trew!

Shuussh, everyone. I think Matt is probably passed out by now. Let's sneak into his place and put his hand in a pail of warm water.

Bring a camera.

Don't even try it sunshine.

Revive! (If only for the sake of the children.)

Damn you Aimless!

These old memories are both humorous and painful.

We DID suceed in making Matt wet his bed but he woke up, pulled a gun and killed two of us (which explains the silence of some previous posters). I suffered a shattered kneecap but was able to hop to the street where I was wisked away by The Amazing Randy who had fabricated a batmobile fascimile out of duct tape, cardboard, and an old skateboard.
It was a cruel trick, I admit, and although I am somewhat disabled, I pity Matt, who had to constantly boil cabbage to hide the smell of those bodies he hid under his house while they decomposed.

Dear Lord.

The children are suitably edified now, not to mention eduficated.

"eduficated"

Hah! Got the ol' Clown searching the web for a word that ain't there. Damn you again, Aimless.

Can I get back to what CJ said?

Is it true we are expected to accessorise with primary school children? They only ones I've known are loud, annoying and smelly? Furthermore, they will not stay put. If you find a gaggle of non-such primaries do tell where and perhaps I will give the fad a try.

Eduficate:
Pronunciation: 'e-d-u-fI-ca-te
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): -fied; -fy·ing
Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin & Latin; to teach nothing at all, to leave with the impression of being taught something.