You wear various shades of shit.

I had an ex-boyfriend who wore various shades of shit. His clothes looked like the lawn of a dog park in March. One day, I'm not sure why he did this aside from the fact that he really wanted our relationship to work out, he had me go through his closet with him and review every piece of clothing he owned. Thankfully, he own four times as many comic books as clothes, so it didn't take very long, but when I was done going through it, I said, "Dan, everything you wear is the color of shit." He even had a shit colored Cosby sweater and he wasn't even doing any sort of extreme parenting to warrant such a sweater. This particular sweater ranged in color from baby shit green to dried out dog shit khaki. Nope, there was not a jewel tone in sight, unless you count diarrhea olive as one of them. Anyways, I came to think of this the other day while I was talking to couple of my co-workers about how a person on the show we were working on was wearing various shades of shit, just like one of my ex-boyfriends.