Owl Think about it

I love me some ironic accessories - especially at the poker table.  Every trip to Vegas seems to be an excuse to buy a new one.  This year I chose to rock the owl ring.  In the last couple years you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a crazy owl accessory.  I fell in love with this Mrs. Roper off-cast the moment my eyes met its beady little orange oculars.  As far as fun poker table accessories, this one proved to be fantastic.  When chatting with native English speakers, I would crack myself up speaking in the third person and substituting “owl” for “I’ll” (which sound oddly alike if you throw in a little redneck-i-tude) and flashing my hideously fab ring.  For example, “Owl, tell you about my hand” “Owl check”  “Owl have another shot”  “Owl bet $17” “Owl take this one”.  You see it clearly is a superior finger trinket…even if it turned the better part of my right ring finger a shade of green the Hulk himself would be envious of.

I have been accused of going to the poker table for the wrong reasons, mainly more to be social than to play the game.  I can see where a case could be made for this.  I like people, except those I don’t.  The thing is, I find that at the table I can get more info after I sort of interact socially.  I’m usually the idiot at the table who gets everyone talking, doing shots, or making fun of the guy in seat seven who is wearing a freaking scarf in JULY?!?!  You do that, you deserve to be made fun of…and I don’t care that you are European.  Actually, having said that, I think that could possibly be my accessories for next trip…except it would totally counterfeit my most physically valuable accessory at the table, my two giant…eyes?  Wait no…elbows…no.  Oh, it would cover my…shoulders.  I usually get less guys looking at my face when I leave my…shoulders…slightly uncovered…and lean forward ever so slightly.

Why stop with awesome accessories?  Why not a whole wardrobe?  I got to thinking about things I would love to have on my shirt when the hoodie comes off.  Today I will give you a half dozen examples of the insanity that runs through my skull squish.

For my very first clothing line, I decided to do variations of a theme, you know, like all the top designers.  So for my inspiration piece, I have chosen a classic, the “I’m with stupid” t-shirt.

I am having a hard time adding text, so you are going to have to add your own commentary on this stuff. :)