popped collars

So, since you lazy bastards never post anything on here (come on, July 5th!), I've decided I needed to post again. But because I am South Carolinian educated, I have only so many words that I can spell, much less string together in a coherent sentence. Combine that with the fact that I now live in Adam's Morgan, accounting for my new proclivity to steal, and you get the story below. It's from a dude's post the other day who also lives in NW DC. I thought it was funny so I'm passing along...

...Seriously, people, I thought we were done with this shit. I thought that even Georgetown douchebags had realized that "popping" your collar was lame. We covered this a year ago, for Christ's sake! I can't believe we have to do it again! But apparently some of you missed the memo.

When my wife and I took my parents to see Georgetown and Alexandria last weekend, I couldn't throw a rock without hitting some idiot with his collar up, which was kind of a good thing, because I like throwing rocks. I don't know if this is a Washington-exclusive form of douchebaggery but I certainly don't wish it on any other city.

So, all you people out there in your pink polo shirts with the little green men-on-horses or your white polo shirts with your gigantic multi-colored men-on-horses on the left breast, listen up. But first a quick aside: Why the gigantic multi-colored horse? Were you worried that someone might see you and not notice a regular sized man-on-horse? Did it scare you that they might think you're not a douchebag? Anyway, if you are considering "popping" your collar (or even worse, half-popping it like a half-in-the-bag JJ Redick) please first refer to the following flow chart. It should help you make the right decision before you go out this weekend. http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4166/1265/1600/Collar%20poppin.0.jpg

Ok. That's my effort for the day. I'm really tired of supporting this 4754 blog effort single handedly. I'm happy to start providing updates on behalf of everyone else if I have to. In fact, here's what everyone is up to since July 5:

Tamara: "Not much news to report except, oh, I still didn't make out with Jermemy in Belize. Gotta run - expecting tooth fairy over for dinner"
Kazu: "Things going well in Japan. I miss my fishing tackle though. I think Tamara's ex-bf Mark probably stole it."
Fabian: "Yep, Mark definitley took all your fishing shit, Kaz. I spent July figuring out directions to my office that I hadn't been to in 5 weeks."
T-HO: "Who the hell am I?"
Jnet: "I just ran from Portland to San Francisco today. Running to San Diego tonight. Taking a red eye run to Vegas. Gotta run, bye"
Brooke: "I spent 3 hours today trying to find a word to rhyme with "Vanderpool" for a limerick I'm writing for the blog"