Alex’s friends felt for him after Annabelle dumped him. They really did. And they were glad that he’d found someone to keep him company. But when he started knitting his new gal sweaters and taking her to discos where he got her drunk and let her stick her tongue in his ear…well…let’s just say it made some people uncomfortable.
Is this the Westminster edition of Threadbared?
That guy is definitely up to something. He looks furtive, to the extent it’s possible to be furtive dressed in argyle.
ludmilla loved the new sweater her twin brother alex brought her 4 valentines day…
That makes me uncomfortable in ways I didn’t know existed.
The picture alone qualifies for pop spitting.
He does indeed ooks furtive, maybe he’s plotting Lady Galt’s demise? Or maybe the dog is Lady Galt.
This set has “lives with his mom” written all over it.
Or maybe just taped on the back.
apparently even after the split with Annabelle, Alex still can’t get any tail!
Why does the smarter looking one one wearing a collar with a leash attached to it?
Oh that is so wrong on so many levels.
what a disappointing photo… when it was slowly appearing on my screen, i thought…, “holy cow, a geeky man with a nude lady on all 4s in a geeky sweater” but no…
it’s a dog. but for just a moment, when all i saw was the top, i thought he snagged a babe. i’m sure it’s the story of his life.
~~gigggle, poor kid needs to get a life.
Who in the world came up with this picture? OMG, this has to be the scariest one I’ve seen so far!! Keep up the good work!!
Bat Masterson high on argyle!! He don’t walk no dogs…(er, ah, yes he does!)
Just look at the repressed anger in his curled up fists!
YIPES! yes, totally, Bat Masterson!
There are too many lessons here to list, but to start:
Never agree to perform in an Andy Warhol film.
Never bring your pet to a love in.
Argyle is not appropriate for undercover international espionage.
Just say no to knitting and LSD.
You are exploring the area around the Jupiter 2 on a planet where you have just landed when you come across Dr. Smith and his alien paramour. Your first instinct is to yell, “DANGER, DANGER, WILL ROBINSON”, but something about the angular diamonds on his chest is strangely hypnotic. You know it does not compute, but even so, you find yourself happily humming a tune from Mary Poppins and cleaning up the entire planet with your green diamond shaped feather duster.
I want the action doll that looks more lifelike than he does! the one with posable arms!
He looks like a strange hybrid of Roger Moore and George Lazenby. Don’t know what to read into that as there’s no way a scene like this would have ever appeared in a Bond film!
Why does the dog have its tail tucked firmly between its legs? I’m just wonderin…
my god. where is the leash coming from? i see the part that attaches to the collar, but beyond that…it looks like it’s going somewhere a leash is not normally found.
however, this is Argyle Man.
another one of life’s mysteries.
oh duh.
color me blonde.
but you can see my point.
if you don’t look too closely
WTF?! First of all, y’all since when is a tight pattern like that easy and fun to knit?! I’d need shock therapy if I tried. Secondly, on what 1960’s mod planet does that green dimond back drop and floor coordinate with such a conservative sweater set? History is funny when seen from afar. I wonder what will be funny in our days in future decades? Skinny white boy rap?
Earl, he’s ashamed. Yes, I think that’s a he-dog. Not sure, though.
…Yeahhh, I did it baby….
Good point! It does give a whole new meaning to “shagging.”
Woh. That sweater was definitely not designed for an Afghan Hound. But then, that sweater shouldn’t be designed for any dog. Poor puppy.
Okay, I’ve been thinking about it and I know what this is now. It’s Mr. Rogers’ DATING sweater.
Maybe if he helped her shave her legs they’d stop staring at them in the disco…
Is he the host of the doggie dating game?
Isn’t that Roddy McDowall?
Woman behind camera: “Honey, please humor me on this one. Great Aunt Gertie spent all summer knitting these matching sweaters for you and Fluffy. You know how that bothers her arthritic fingers. The least we can do is send her a picture. When we get done with this, we have to take Percy to the groomer’s. Then we can….”
Husband: “Grrrrrr….#$**!!! Yeah, go shopping! Grrrrr!”
Fluffy: “GRRRRRRRR! Why does he put up with this woman, who makes us dress like this? If he’d only walk me where I want to walk, I’d show him where the groovy chicks are!”
Follow-up to above: Fluffy loved Percy Poodle. Expelled from obedience school for biting the instructor, Percy really felt sorry for his henpecked master. Not only did he refuse to be in the picture, he shredded his sweater, then he peed on his mistress’ camera! Unfortunately, she had already gotten the roll of film out of it.