I love pockets.
Once when I was down and out I bought an army coat that had ubiquitous pockets.
The pockets of this long, green coat were inside, outside, up, and down.
I guess with so many pockets (but so little to put inside them), this coat made me feel a little less down and out.
If I wore a shirt without a front pocket I would feel naked.
I have two shirts that have two pockets at the top and bottom.
Pens in one pocket.
Pills in another pocket.
Gum and snacks in another pocket.
And another pocket for whatever else I need one for.
I guess you could call me
The
Marsupial
Man.
Once when I was down and out I bought an army coat that had ubiquitous pockets.
The pockets of this long, green coat were inside, outside, up, and down.
I guess with so many pockets (but so little to put inside them), this coat made me feel a little less down and out.
If I wore a shirt without a front pocket I would feel naked.
I have two shirts that have two pockets at the top and bottom.
Pens in one pocket.
Pills in another pocket.
Gum and snacks in another pocket.
And another pocket for whatever else I need one for.
I guess you could call me
The
Marsupial
Man.
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