Frankenleather
Mar. 8th, 2009 10:54 pmThe nice lady from the repair shop may have written my ratty old leather jacket off, but that means nothing to a desperate man with a needle, thread, rock TV and most importantly, no damn ability to shop for clothes without going all rargh-hulk-smashey.
Three hours later, both arms are back on, the shoulderpad is back, and the back is all un-hulked. Mrs Repair Lady: You're a wuss. Neener neener!
Bruce Banner must spend half his life re-stitching seams.
I was half tempted by
jarkman 's suggested retro dispatch rider jacket, mind. I'm going to need something dashing to go with the pennyfarthing...
Three hours later, both arms are back on, the shoulderpad is back, and the back is all un-hulked. Mrs Repair Lady: You're a wuss. Neener neener!
Bruce Banner must spend half his life re-stitching seams.
I was half tempted by
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