Treggings?
Seriousleh?
I thought them there jeggings were bad enough - leggings designed to look like jeans and decapitate photographers of prescient imagery of demise.
But no - camel-hoofing it in jeanswear ain't enough.
Now it's leggings designed to look like trousers! Essential Office Wear!
Well, more orifice wear, judging by the tightness of the trews aroung the groinal regions.
Treggings indeed!
Why don't they just call them Peggings. Pants and leggings, as that's basically all they are. Just coz some pervo had the great idea to flog The Women below-wear that is so tight, you may as well be out in yer pants.
Not that I'm complaining.
Well, I am, because all too often, they're donned by stereotypical butterball scummy mummies off The Council Estate, spending their days guzzling pork pie burgers from Maccy D's in front of Jeremy Kyle and staunchly agreeing with the sexits man-hating harrridans of Loose Witches. No muffin top for these - Hiroshima mushroom cloud spilling out over the top of their treggings, with their voluminous bare equator bulging below their crop-tops which their grey, misshapen bra hangs out the bottom of, and the crest of their mammoth mammaries bulge out the top of.
Giving them a quadrology of bike parking spots.
Hot Pretties who've "gone commando" - Oh yes! Great fat munterescent trollbeasts? Urgh - no - cover 'em up! No Diggety, Mr Blackstreet? No Giggety (giggety goo) for these lumbering tregging'd behemoths!
Treggings, my best hat!
Bring on the Geggings - Gimp Leggings, all zips and leather and chains and studs...
