Bent on Being Like Beckham (Funny blog from Comedy Central’s and NBC’s Dwayne Perkins)

I can proudly say that I am not often envious of people. Even in the rare times when I find myself coveting I can usually put the brakes on before I spiral into full playa hatin‘. I especially don’t envy people’s wardrobes. I’m more than okay with my assortment of sneakers (currently anchored by my black Adidas Sambas, Black on White Shell Toes and all white Starbury‘s). I get no complaints on my track jackets (my East German Army one being the jewel of the bunch). And my blazer T-shirt look pops with hip-hop inspired Teruo shirts underneath. 

Pardon the run down of my wardrobe staples. I just wanted to establish that I’m conscious of my attire and for the most part I’m cool with it. I don’t see rappers and run out to Macys. R&B singers don’t make me doubt myself. Even Athletes don’t shake my foundation.

Well, except for one. I find myself catching Beckham on the tellie from time to time and always thinking, “Where did he get that?!” Married men don’t usually trump single men in dressing. The married men, for all intents and purposes, are done impressing. Maybe it’s the Posh effect but Beckham has some mean threads. And I’ve never seen him wear anything twice. You can see me rock my East German Army Jacket all over Youtube and even on my CD cover. Heck, I’m wearing it as I type this blog.

So here’s what I propose: I want David Beckham to give me his clothes he no longer plans on wearing. I don’t want the shirt off his back, just the one in his hamper. I think it’s fair time A-listers to pass on their clothes to the E and F-listers. What about the poor Dwayne? I got that covered. I’ll give them my clothes. You can’t go from shirtless to Beckham’s shirt. It’s too big of a leap. Going from nothing to so much style may cause internal riffs in the wearer. My clothes will be a manageable step up.

So why am I telling you? Because I want you to help me get this message to Beckham. They say there are only 6 degrees of separation that means I know someone who knows someone who knows someone….

Who knows maybe Beckham already gives his hand me downs to Ryan Seacrest or Mario Lopez*. Well, there’s a new boy in town and he’s feeling good and wants to look good in Beckham’s old clothes.

Seriously though, how many times do you think he wears a given outfit? I say four max. Don’t let me down Blog-o-sphere let’s get ya boy dressed smart like an English bloke.

*I’m not saying Ryan or Mario are E listers, btw.


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