George H.W. Bush. 41st President of the United States, father to two Senators, citizen of the world. Oh, that and he puts an absolute beatdown on the sock game basically every other day of his life! Seriously, I've never seen anything like it. Poppin' his collar because he just rolled out and everyone's drooling over his ankles.
Literally tucking his pants into a sock like a total squid but seriously how do I even make fun of this? He's honestly doing all of us a favor by showing them off. Thank you, sir, thank you.
Bitches love Bush, Bush loves America.
Hey professional golfer Robert Allenby, how about you come over here so I can throw some fucking style your way. Lesson one: alternating bright red and yellow argyle. Class dismissed.
Playfully scoffing at Mitt's adorable attempt at rivaling his ankle heat.
And the socks to end all socks. Featuring HIS OWN FACE on top of an American Flag backdrop. Game over.
And those are just the statement socks. He busts out casual sock domination on a regular basis. And if you don't realize that his sock game is a total power play then you just haven't been watching. You want to stick him in a wheelchair and let him have others physically look down on him? Yeah, ok Babs, or how about he tosses on a pair of scalding hot stockings that literally cannot be ignored, that way every time someone meets his eyes they're the ones looking up at him from his ankles. Such a psychological mindfuck I can't even stand it.
I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Slick Willy and both George Bush's sneak into college towns on family weekend and run around chasing tail telling everyone they're someones uncles.
Straight up mismatch. Diabolical
Junior may have been President for longer but Sr. would like for us to know who really runs shit.
PS - I honestly, truthfully wish I was half as good at anything in my life as this guy is at picking out and putting on socks.
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