This will give the game away, Lowell. In '04, I wanted to try the dressup so my wife bought me a pair of golf +4s with elastic at the knee. I wore them, looked like I'd just fallen off the turnip truck, and it was TOO DAMN HOT for those knee socks. In '06, my wife altered a pair of corduory Dockers to "look like" breeks and I WOULD HAVE looked like I fell off the turnip truck but again it was TOO DAMN HOT for those socks so I went with my fallback All-American Victorian rig (bowler hat, galluses, collarless shirt, a pair of the most horrible cuffed, pleated black dress pants I could find at Goodwill for four bucks and an old Redhead leg 'o mutton (Thanks Doctor Drew). Cheekful of chaw and some chin dribble would have set this one off just right but it was also TOO DAMN HOT for that and I didn't want to take a chance on swallowing and turning green. So this year, my wife altered another pair of slacks which sort of look like moleskin, I think this time she got the Velcro cuff proportioned to accomodate my impressively massive calves. Again it will be TOO DAMN HOT for the knee sox but I'm going to suffer thru at least one day since she went to the trouble. So it's not the Hucklecote Full Cleveland; I don't care. (I think about my butt the way Lincoln thought about his face--I don't have to look at it.)
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