It never ceases to amaze me how "business casual" is always pushed to its limit by my dad. He's done it again, he's worn something so unspeakably god-awful that even I---the one with not a shred of "fashionista" qualities---can admit to cringing at. I'm sorry dad, but for the sake of our family, please put on something decent to work.
I don't even understand how he manages to choose just about THE most ugliest shirt in his closet and match it with his beloved crocs; a combo that is enough to simultaneously make someone gag and be blinded by its atrociousness. And as if crocs aren't bad enough for a 40 something year old...oh, his socks just add a finishing touch to the ensemble.
Stacy and Clinton, I need you!
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