Yesterday, at Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me we saw a rather tubby twenty nothing wearing orange cordory pants, a tight fitting blue sweater and a polo shirt with a popped collar. I don’t think he was going for Irony–and god help him if he was.
Look, in this picture, I’m dressed infinitely better than Mr. Orange Cords, yet the result is the same: I look stupid. It isn’t the hat or the thumbs up. It’s the goddamn collar.
Seriously kids, popping your collar isn’t cool. It makes you a cobag.
If the trend continues, I will use my mad therapeutic skills to save Our Nation’s Youth.
You pop your collar, I pop your face.
I have never ever turned up my collar, for any reason ever.
There are no pictures to prove me wrong.
“I have never ever turned up my collar, for any reason ever.
There are no pictures to prove me wrong.”
Why do I get the sudden sense I could go looking and prove you wrong in about fifteen minutes?
I bet Tucker the Orange pops his collar all the time.
He pops something, but well you already know that!
And what is Schmoopies doing over here posting!
I bet $10 that there are pictures of Gharr with a popped collar.