What can I say about the most TIGF jeans in existence? I never owned a pair, that's what. I was strictly a 501s man, dabbled in acid but learned my lesson. However, it was the popular kids that wore these things, and I wanted to make all the popular kids eat shit and die. Yet, deep down inside I wanted to be one of them. Well, I never got to wear "rich kid" clothes. I didn't even own a pair of Air Jordans. What I did have was a Guess Jeans poster of Anna Nicole Smith.
While those popular kids, from well to do and overly religious families, tossed the Guess Jeans posters that came in Sports Illustrated or whatnot, my friends and I were collecting them and tossing off. Well, at least I was. What, you think I would cloister myself in my most productive period? Shee-it.
So, Anna leaves us on earth to wonder about all the various questions and eventual conspiracies about her life. I still have my Guess Jeans poster of her. I think I will get it out and tuck it into my pillow case tonight, just like I did when I was a teenage boy. Hell, I think I might even bust out my RHCP "Uplift Mofo Party Plan" cassette and get my TIGF on. Any of you care to join me--a TIGF slumber party in Miss Smith's honor?
I'm hoping that I will be visited by her ghost tonight. I will attempt to summon her spirit from the netherworld by going into my bathroom with the lights turned off, holding a candle, and say her name three times while looking into the mirror. I would settle for a level 6 haunting from her, whatever a level 6 haunting is. She could at least just show up in my room and yell "Trimspa baby!" Come on girl, you owe it to me. I'm holding a paranormal torch for you, Anna.
(Note: I've finally got around to adding a few, new fellow blogmates to my sidebar menu. Welcome Trundling Grunt, Barbarian, and Baceman! Also, I took the time to respond to all of your comments in the previous three posts. Check that out if you want to. Peace out!)
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