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April 11, 2011

Private Genius, Public Moron

I have no problems putting my coat on before leaving the house. Once I'm out though, there is a definite correlation between the number of total strangers in the room and my complete inability to dress myself. The armholes vanish and it wraps around me like a sentient coat-python while emitting a sound only strangers can hear (like dogs, except they're people I don’t know) forcing them to look in my direction and see a fully grown adult man who can’t figure out how clothing works.

I can't be the only one...