I’m a lover of the Man Bag, but haven’t always been so. I used to try and shove all of my worldly and otherworldly possessions into the pockets of my jeans before I went out. This usually resulted in misshapen ass cheeks, pockets so stretched that they were hired out as surrogate kangaroo nurseries, and various sharp objects poking out of the front pockets. You can imagine what that did for my slow dancing abilities with the ladies. On the upside, it really strengthened my STL’s (slap tolerance levels).
Since I discovered the benefits of carrying a bag, I have been able to save my near perfectly symmetrical butt cheeks from looking like a Salvador Dali painting. I’ve also forced kangaroos to be more self sufficient. I still get slapped when slow dancing with the ladies, but have stopped blaming my keys…..
Her are a few of my favourite bags….
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