i hate pantyhose. i hate them so much. i had to wear them for a big work thing this week, and it is only on the rare occasions in which i am forced, by the combination of my choice of outfit, social convention, and plunging temperatures to wear them that i am reminded how much i loathe them. truly. more than most nearly anything that i can think of at the moment.
for instance, i hate pantyhose more than:
2. ruthless dictators
3. that gillette commercial where the european tennis guy says, "i never zink about yestaday"
4. french country decor
5. chris matthews
6. people who microwave fish dishes for lunch
7. my car payment
8. anita shreve
10. jumpers with jelly shoes
11. the state of indiana
12. my sinuses
13. jello with the little bits of fruit inside
14. white wicker furniture
15. global warming, poverty, and every pandemic that ever happened all rolled into one
really, human kind is overrated. pantyhose, however, remain the unacknowledged work of the devil. in which case, you can see there really is no contest.
i mean, god, what kind of company name is "Leggs" anyway?