1. It’s kind of funny to think that homeboy is inspecting those glasses with a grimace of utter discontent but seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that his crony is CARRYING A FUCKING CLUTCH.  If I were him, I’d grab that bag and engage those around me in an epic game of keep away.  I bet he wears a camisole under his shirt and a cover-up at the beach, too.   
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    It’s kind of funny to think that homeboy is inspecting those glasses with a grimace of utter discontent but seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that his crony is CARRYING A FUCKING CLUTCH.  If I were him, I’d grab that bag and engage those around me in an epic game of keep away.  I bet he wears a camisole under his shirt and a cover-up at the beach, too.   

    (Source: buttonup-yourshirt)

    May 3, 2012

  2. NTB. Heading to South Beach for a long weekend with the old lady. I'm a beer and beard kind of guy and fear that my footwear might not measure up. I've already been told to leave my boots at home. You have any suggestions for kicks that will get me in the club without making me look like a d-bag from Nantucket?

    You know that whole “when in Rome…” maxim?  Well, I’m guessing no one ever told you the rest of it, but it goes a little something like this: “when in Rome, pretend like you’re from Milan—it’s closer in proximity than America, so you won’t end up looking totally clueless, and it will afford you the opportunity to steez the fuck out.” 

    I’m from the beer-and-beard ilk myself, and when I’m posting up in a beach town, I like to rock a strong pair of loafers.  And if that’s still giving you the douche chills, I also holler at blue suede wingtips.  Whatever you do, don’t wear socks.  

    Socks Are for Suckers © 2012 Nice Try, Bro.

    February 6, 2012