Well, the breadth and depth of my behind-ness has finally earned the descriptive predicate "woeful". That's right - I'm now woefully behind. I apologize - I've had some medical gookiness to work through lately (still working through it actually), and up until now it's killed my funny.
These two flamer cops have apparently ignored Ziggy's monk-like appearance. That type of bagginess and that color scheme may be well and fine for a monk, but if Ziggy can't attract the righteous indignation of the self-proclaimed fashion police with his getup, I have to wonder what sort of fashion disaster prompts them to actually make an arrest. They should have an entire dossier on Ziggy by now.
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