Lumberjack sluts and French sailor lookin’ ass mustachios.
Junya paper dolls.
Rugged boy swag.
Defying the physics of just how long dickriding is humanly possible.
If I had a nickel for every one of yall.
I could buy us a round at The Rusty Knot.
Hold up real quick.
Let me hop in my Delorean and meet you.
Back in F/W 2009.
Timeless style has never looked so vintage, brah.
When Ben Sherm bites your steez.
It’s a tell-tale sign.
That you’re wack as fuck.
See, I’m in the future, son.
Going hard in Milano.
Me and Righi.
Eating rice crispy treats.
Shopping for washed jeans.
Comparing goatee notes.
Neapolitan wizard committee.
On some Fantasia shit.
The sorcerer’s apprentice.
Casting sart spells on you weirdos.
With bogus ass facial hair.
By the time you’re ready to billy goat with the big boys, we’ll be long gone.
On some next level soul patch shit.
Probably.
Post Howie Mandel Nascar secondary sex characteristics.
Deal or No Dealin’ on hoes.
Throwin’ Euros in the air like we don’t give a fuck.
And not shaking hands with any of yall.
think you’ll look...this, when you get old. :)
AHAHA. Fuck Yeah Menswear,
on this? Dudes funny