Bro. We know. Bro. For as long as there has been winter and for as long as there have been shorts, there have been asshats like you. Bro. Who have somehow thought that this was OK. From Fishtown to Chestnut Hill, from Roxborough to Bensalem, there you are, bro. A little fashion shame-bomb that is the sartorial equivalent of a diddlin’-priest in every parish. We tolerate you, bro. You come into the 7-Elevens and the Primo Hoagies and the Targets we all share, and you are served. Because bro. We all know: Wearing shorts in the winter is not a crime. But bro. When you do it, you can be sure of two things: One is that it reflects poorly on you, bro. And the other is that it makes all of us feel, perhaps subconsciously and perhaps just for a second, but still, bro, nevertheless, that maybe all of us should lower our expectations of what constitutes dignity in this life. Bro. Bro. We know. But c’mon. C’mon, bro.
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