I despise onesies to the core of my being. I hate them more than I hate lads, twelvies, pop music, ducks on the road, bad drivers, commodores, bandwagons and many other things. I hate them.

One time I was willing to make the exception. For my last day of school I wanted to dress up as Cookie Monster as that was my nickname. I chose to get a onesie of Cookie Monster. Unforunately they stuffed up and sent me an Elmo one. Now I hate them even more.