Don't Show-cha Your Chocha!

It's time for your weekly dose of Don't Show-cha Your Chocha, the recurring feature where Daddy Likey readers strike back against the trend of, like, not wearing pants with shirts. And you're in for a special treat, because today's installment includes a cartoon character and a new theme song!

Our first DSYC offender comes courtesy of Megan:

She says: Aren't tunics supposed to be worn as, y'know, shirts? For the love of all things bacon, where are her jeans?

Here's what I like to call a Fleur de Chocha:

Arlynn explains: I was surfing the web for fab Fleur De Lis stuff and stumbled upon this doozie. They promoted it as a "hoodie," but styled it as a dress, making me want to scream: "Woah girl, don't show-cha your chocha!"

The eagle-eyed Solanah sent me this, which totally cracks me up:

So I was watching Futurama last night and when Zach Brannigan popped on the screen in this short little velour getup. (Yes it's velour, he said so himself.) I'm thinking tight little pants, or leggings came with the uniform, but he liked his legs too much to hide them. Or maybe he likes a little breeze once in a while.

Awesome reader Lizzey sent me a veritable bouquet of chochas (my favorite kind of bouquet!). Check it out:

We all owe a great debt of gratitude to Jesse McCartney for this heroic act. This is comparable to throwing yourself on a grenade to save your platoon.

Umm, what happens when she has to shift to the left?

This picture makes me so nervous.

Nice subtle forward lean, Amanda, very nice.

You might want to try that forward lean again.

Wow. Hopefully the Grammys are standing room only, because can you imagine sitting down in that thing?

In addition the the lovely chocha bouquet, Lizzey also mentioned that after reading Daddy Likey regularly, she is now suffering from "The Eye of the Chocha." She thought that would make an excellent blog theme song, and I totally concur, so I took the liberty of altering the lyrics to the first verse of "Eye of the Tiger" in order to fit our needs. Cue the music please...

Risin' up, your hemline creeps
You don't care, you'll take your chances
Tried to sit down, now you're back on your feet
Didn't mean to attract those kinds of glances

Can't run or jump, have to move less
Shuffle around and garner pity
Don't lose your grip on the hem of your dress
You must fight to keep your dignity

Chorus:
It's the eye of the chocha, it's the thrill of the fight
for pants, leggings, shorts, or whatever
No offense but your crotch is quite the unwelcome sight
And we're watchin' you all with the eye of the chocha

Maybe I'll do the second verse next week!

Thanks for all the fabulous chocha submissions, and keep 'em comin'! Email me at daddylikeyblog@gmail.com