If you are familiar with the movie "Office Space" then you are familiar with the concept of flair. You also then know that you need a minimum 37 pieces of flair in order to work at Schotsckys, or whatever in the hell that place was called. What I am calling attention to today is the flair that hangs from car rear view mirrors, or, "mirror flair".
How many furry trolls, fuzzy dice, cd's, dildos, and dreamcatchers do you need dangling from your rear view mirror? No, really, how much of that do you need to be TIGF? I think the only mirror flair that I indulged in are pine tree air fresheners. About five of those combined, fresh out of the wrapper, give me such a buzz. So, that is my mirror flair. Oh, and the occasional National Forest wilderness pass, because I want people to believe that I am the Brawny Towel guy's illegitimate son. "Me so rugged. Me rough it long time (chops five trees down in one fell swoop)." Uh, that's the part where all the women beg me to make love to them.
I want to hear your mirror flair confessions, Gruntonia. Also, what was the most ridiculous case of mirror flair you've ever witnessed. I hope it involves underwear or this guy. Ten points to whoever knows who that guy is.
4 years ago