What? No Underwear?!

For today's descent into dementia, let's talk a stroll through the "Pantalaine" store, "Provisioners of America's Finest" (and might I add, likely only) Plural Clothing"

And plural clothing is... Clothing made for more than one person, of course.

I guess the next thing to figure out is: "Why?"

Sadly, the site provides no such answers. Only questions. Many, many, many questions.

To introduce you to the surrealism that is this store, here's just one of their items:


Well, at least we know who's wearing this shirt. (Or they would if it came in "plural" form.)

I have yet to figure out who the site's target audience is meant to be... People who wish they were Siamese Twins? People adjusting to being out of the psychiatric ward? Or simply people so extremely lame they have to be attached to their partner (or couch) via clothing?

But enough with the intro. Let us begin our journey.


Because you just can't find enough ways to embarrass yourself on St. Patrick's Day.


Even the models look depressed...

Luckily, the following models seem to have grown accustomed to their situation.

Too. Douchey. Can't. Process.


The mental institution called. It wants its accessories and its fashion sense back.

Sigh. I miss being manhandled by perverts in Montreal and New York. Perhaps if I get this pair of pants it will encourage a bunch of random people here to hold onto my leg.

This one was the only (and I mean only) item that seemed actually useful.

And then I saw this:

Why would religious books need new/other colors...?

And then... Then I saw this one. It frightens me. So bad.


It's like the girls from "The Shining" got signed to a morbid modeling contract...

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Thanks, Rajah James. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have know of the joys of "plural clothing". OK, I still don't - but at least, I know about them.