It's My Party

These bathtubs have got to be kidding me.

Pretty retarded, Snuggie. Pretty retarded.

I’m going to get personal for a moment. I weigh one hundred and four l-b-esses. I’m technically pretty small in size, and stature. I would probably be able to wear something that completely hugs my entire person in leather and have it still work out pretty well. And, I would still not seriously dress myself in the black leather catsuit “thing” that’s happening down below. I would however do it for comedic purposes. And I happen to know at least six other people who would do the same. Really though, who doesn’t.

If ever called upon, I would suit up in this ensemble so that I could not only deliver myself somewhere, but also the funny. I would deliver both myself and the funny in a black leather whatever this is if anyone ever needed that. But this is odd because while Margaret Cho is a “comedienne”, I don’t believe for a minute that she was kidding. What year is this? And I said “hugs” but really, this thing is completely battling her. It’s like we all walked in on a really strange, public wrestling match between Margaret Cho, her body, and a catsuit.

Don’t get me wrong. She’s a pretty funny broad, but this just did not work for me. It sort of actually really frightened me. I don’t think you can even classify this as a catsuit. It seems more like a black leather footy pajama. Which, I did not know they even made. So, that’s pretty interesting. And guess what… the holidays are coming… you are very welcome for the unique and scary gift idea. No need to thank me.