The gradual yet unstoppable process by which your wife or girlfriend's clothes take over your wardrobe. It often begins by the male partner naiively agreeing that he will temporarily host a single garment because of a short term capacity issue in the female wardrobe. From this point on the male no longer has control of his wardrobe.
Becky: Darling, I'm just putting my long dress from Kirsty's wedding in your wardrobe - I've run out of hangers in mine. Is that ok?
Chris: Of course, go ahead
(Six months later, and the effects of wardrobe creep are clear)
Chris: Why is my wardrobe full yet I only own two items in it?
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A middle class version of the McShit. Dropping a turd in a coffee shop toilet on the (completely false) pretence that you're planning to buy a coffee afterwards.
James: Why are we going in here? You want a muffin or something?
Chris: No chance. I'm just ordering a crappiato
James: You want any pastries with that?
Chris: Erm...
Middle class version of a McShit. Dropping a turd in a coffee shop toilet on the (false) basis that you're going to buy a drink immediately afterwards.
James: Why you going into Costa bro? Want a coffee?
Chris: No mate, I'm ordering a crappiato and getting out fast!
To come up in the function, get seriously lit, and do one within a short period of time.
Derek: Man, whereâs Chris at? He was slaying it just now!
Mabel: Guess he left already.
Derek: Somebody should the 5-0 - itâs a lit and run situation