Streaking On A Plane

Love the 70s streaked hair. And the wide lapels. But neither as much as I love the stuffed dog being stowed away — and no kid in sight.¬† Being a stewardess flight attendant doesn’t look that difficult, Steven Slater.

Via The Cigarette Tree.

We Just Called ‘Em Shorts

OK, and sometimes we called them “jogging shorts” if we wanted to specify between the cut-offs and the (admittedly horrid) terrycloth shorts (and rompers). But nowadays the kids (laughingly) call them “dolphin shorts.” Which I completely don’t get.

I don’t get the “dolphin” part, and I don’t get the laughing either. In fact, I stopped watching basketball when the players started wearing those long baggy things that resembled baggy golf knickers. B-ball so lost the sexy then.

Image via Tumblr.