The other day I gothed it up hardcore by putting on over 20 belts over my waist and torso.  These belts were of varying colors, shapes, and sizes.  It was like I was wearing makeshift armor, only not quite as nerdy.  I felt like one of those people who buy pants six sizes too big so that the length of hose that they shove down there to impress the ladies can fit without coming out their cuff.  Only this time, I had a million belts around my waist and I pretended I was Brandon Lee.  Then I got shot in the stomach while filming the worst movie of all time.  No one cried for me, because I suck.

Lesson to learn:  When you steal belts, steal like fifty so that you can make a huge ass blanket to put on a hobo then set on fire.