Barbarian
Member
About 20 years ago, I was on a now-defunct board, and I made a little parody over a discussion of bathrobes. (you had to be there).
Today, like a space probe finally navigating the curvature of the universe, it came back to me.
The Bathrobe is my garment;
I shall not freeze.
It leadeth me to leave the shower.
It maketh me sit down in plush comfort.
It restoreth my modesty; it leadeth me to the front lawn for the sport page's sake.
Yea, though I stoop to retrieve the morning paper, I shall fear no exposure.
For my robe is about me; thy belt and ample cut girt and comfort me.
Thou hidest my bodily imperfections from the eyes of mine neighbors;
thy design restrictith not, nor shall I know a wedgie.
Surely warmth and comfort shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall lounge in my bathrobe forever.
Be careful what you send out there. It never dies.
Today, like a space probe finally navigating the curvature of the universe, it came back to me.
The Bathrobe is my garment;
I shall not freeze.
It leadeth me to leave the shower.
It maketh me sit down in plush comfort.
It restoreth my modesty; it leadeth me to the front lawn for the sport page's sake.
Yea, though I stoop to retrieve the morning paper, I shall fear no exposure.
For my robe is about me; thy belt and ample cut girt and comfort me.
Thou hidest my bodily imperfections from the eyes of mine neighbors;
thy design restrictith not, nor shall I know a wedgie.
Surely warmth and comfort shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall lounge in my bathrobe forever.
Be careful what you send out there. It never dies.
