Well, Matte made a major breakthrough at the gym this morning, leaving all the young dudes and dudettes abuzz, whispering among themselves, “At least the old fart is finally in fashion.”
See, Becky sent me a package of those way trendy sockettes that everybody else is wearing, the ones that display the ankle owing to their lack of tops. So i go prancing in this morning with my ankles cringing from the cold air, and heads turned at the sartorial extravaganza.
Il faut souffrir pour être belle.