They are a synthetic bouquet. Their fabric has improved by force majeur, albeit a price war favoring schlock. They remain pimpy.
My polyesther pants were bought in strength, when the price war on irregulars and unpopular seasonal togs was lowest, as in under a wet rock. Today I am shiny indigo with pale flecks running from trouser break to the belt loops, which sport my brand new Chollo-looking pocket watch, on it's base metal watch chain, with comical fob, hanging like a burro's long corruscated ball sack. With a pair of plether sandals and a wife beater shirt, I am in the olive skinned working class fashion territory. I am muy macho.
Men like me need a chain to whirl.
My polyesther pants were bought in strength, when the price war on irregulars and unpopular seasonal togs was lowest, as in under a wet rock. Today I am shiny indigo with pale flecks running from trouser break to the belt loops, which sport my brand new Chollo-looking pocket watch, on it's base metal watch chain, with comical fob, hanging like a burro's long corruscated ball sack. With a pair of plether sandals and a wife beater shirt, I am in the olive skinned working class fashion territory. I am muy macho.
Men like me need a chain to whirl.
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