On the summit, wearing every stitch of clothing I'd packed, being blown nearly off my feet. I have drawn sharp criticism for my choice of ensemble color. My detractors simply do not understand. This is my French climbing attire. Theez suit, she makes me go high, allez, allez!
Okay, most of it was on sale, and the pants are ass-bite ugly. Wear dark glasses, preferably a welding visor, and you may escape retinal damage while encountering my visage. |