Don't know if you've got any ladies in your life who currently pass the door test, but if you do/did what gift would you like to receive? Make it interesting with a money is no object gift and a more reasonable gift.
If homegirl can’t afford my svpply.com SS ‘12 Grail Kit pictured above, bitch better be gettin’ me a year’s supply of Gummy Bears. There’s nothing unreasonable about any of this.
By a show of hearts, how many of y’all shouted, or at least murmured, “nice try, bro!” when the camera cut to David Tyree for three seconds during the Giants’ game winning drive last night? I mean, I have no empirical evidence for the above title, but that’s the only conclusion I could come up with having taken one look at that abomination.
Sure, I am forever grateful that Tyree pretty much single handedly put an end to the Brady-Belichick Era by making a eunuch of Rodney Harrison on that fateful night, but shit, maybe instead of dumping money into the National Organization for Marriage homeboy should just hire a stylist. #notsayinjussayin
Note: Because Tyree has pretty much fallen off the face of the earth, I had to resort to pulling a photo that was taken from someone’s iPhone and posted to Barstool Sports.
Bro, what's wrong with the latest photo? Is it the belt and the waistcoat? The unbuttoned button? I'm new to this menswear thing and some of the outfit you criticize looks quite fine to me. Some explanations apart from the jokes would be really helpful. Thanks NTB.
First of all, that waistcoat is…something—four pockets, heavy chalk stripes and white stitching to boot. Second, no one, and I mean no one, who has grown at least one pubic hair should ever wear a Casio watch. And finally, as a general rule, white accessories are just plain wack, and that hat is no exception, particularly when homeboy is rocking quarter brogues and a wool tie. The whole look screams “Wilmer Valderrama,” and if you don’t see the problem in that, well, then you really need to do some soul searching.
Edit: Thanks to Tower of Sleep for playing center field—I had a brain fart this morning and failed an idiom exam regarding sore eyes and shit like that. Oops.