While I'm no fashionista myself, C-Rock's outfit choices often leave me cringing. While he admittedly puts no thought into getting dressed, he strangely becomes cantankerous at any gentle suggestion. You know, such outrageous nudges such as, "Honey, it's Easter. Could you wear something other than a t-shirt?" or "Babe, could you not wear those dirty sneakers to my friend's wedding?" or "When you wear those god-awful orange shorts with a lime green t-shirt you look like a friggin pack of starbursts!!" His favorite t-shirt vendor? Why any truck stop of course! You should see his eyes light up if we ever stumble across a 2 for $10 sale at the truck stop. If you've ridden in a car with C-Rock for longer than 20 minutes, I'm sure you are familiar with his proclivity for stopping at gas stations. He usually can't pass up the opportunity for an energy drink and perhaps a hot dog too. But, if you think he's not also scoping the place out for some sweet t-shirts, you're mistaken. I'm sometimes questioned by friends as to how I 'let him leave the house looking like that'. Ladies and gentleman, if you ever find yourself wondering this, rest assured that a battle ensued and that I stand defeated.
Here is a montage of some of his favorites/classics. In the top left corner you'll see the fine double-breasted, brass-button jacket fitted for a man at least 40 pounds heavier that he wears to weddings. Next you'll find a couple instances of his very popular 'stripes with plaid' look. He won't let you buy him any ties, he "already has one!" And lastly, this fashion montage would not be complete without homage to his beloved sweatpants.
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