Lamest Place You've Insisted on Wearing a Speedo
Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:20 am
Now, speedos can easily be justified at the swimming pool or the beach as a different but understandable choice of swimwear. But what is the lamest place you've ever insisted on wearing a speedo? Maybe it was when you were running through a sprinkler with some friends, or during a water gun fight at the family's 4th of July barbecue? You know, those times when maybe you could justify putting on swimwear, but you chose the speedo even though you knew it was kind of overkill. Bonus points for being the only one in skintight spandex at the time.
For me? It was earlier today, in the kiddie pool in my grandparents' backyard. Yup, all of 4" of water and I still slapped on the Aussiebums for my hours of 'fun' in the sun. (Before anyone thinks I'm too pathetic, my younger siblings were splashing around in the inflatable, dolphin-shaped thing first, and asked me to get in with them. Being the loving older brother I am, I agreed, though I bypassed the choice of swim trunks without a thought and grabbed my most comfy undies-lookin' swimwear before hopping in.) Yup, middle of my American, christian gramps' yard, I was parading around in what was essentially my skivvies. Luckily (for me) they laughed it off and actually found my choice of attire somewhat endearing I think. My flimsy excuse was that I was working on a tan. And, chances are, I'll be working on my tan tomorrow too!
For me? It was earlier today, in the kiddie pool in my grandparents' backyard. Yup, all of 4" of water and I still slapped on the Aussiebums for my hours of 'fun' in the sun. (Before anyone thinks I'm too pathetic, my younger siblings were splashing around in the inflatable, dolphin-shaped thing first, and asked me to get in with them. Being the loving older brother I am, I agreed, though I bypassed the choice of swim trunks without a thought and grabbed my most comfy undies-lookin' swimwear before hopping in.) Yup, middle of my American, christian gramps' yard, I was parading around in what was essentially my skivvies. Luckily (for me) they laughed it off and actually found my choice of attire somewhat endearing I think. My flimsy excuse was that I was working on a tan. And, chances are, I'll be working on my tan tomorrow too!