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I have ran out of shirts. Shirts, as a rule do not last as long as denim jeans and have to be replaced every now and then en masse. The collars fray, threads hang out from rogue seams and the colours cease to be vibrant.
Now shopping for clothes is something I consider to be beneath my macho lifestyle. Let the wimmenfolk buy my garments! Why should I subject myself to the indignity of having to undress in some changing room? You could get AIDS from the cooties in there, ya’know!
But I really needed new shirts, so I sms’ed Mrmiyagi, that asshat with fine fashion sensibilities:
Me: Where may I purchase shirts of superior quality?
Miyagi: Raoul
Me: And what does the damage look like?
Miyagi: 75 clams
So I hauled my ass to Raoul, after determining its exact location on planet earth by way of its very website featuring music from the rectum of a wildpig. The shirts there are very very nice. The price was not 75 clams as claimed by Mr ‘Mistaken Again’ Miyagi. FYI, prices start from $119.
Anyway, I bought a few striped and checked shirts in a variety of colours, all of which do not require cufflinks because the time I think you should be using a shirt that requires cufflinks is when you’re wearing a pricey suit. In other news, that sort of shirt is a bitch to clean.
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