Monday, November 1, 2010

A Poem.

"Me and my bros.
 Around the blogosphere in 80 days.
In the sartorial dick measuring contest we call life I’m undefeated.
As long as I’ve got this yacht the hipsters can never win.
Because they are poor and shop on eBay.
You probably think I’m going fishing with a cooler full of Heinies.
Channeling DJ Paulie Newman on some Life Magazine archive type shit.
Think again.
We’re not doing anything outside of lampin’ in espys, macking this fine ass broad and creasing our chinos.
It took me 15 minutes to get this bandanna right.
You think I’m gonna fuck that shit up by doing any manual labor disguised as a hobby?
My only hobby is looking fresh.
I repeat, my only hobby is looking fresh to death.
I repeat, my only hobby is looking fresh to death on my fucking yacht."
(Click me to see source of delightful poem.)


Hey!   \(>_<)/
They rude! Their pretension knows no bounds. 
and maybe a little bit funny.

I shop at Thrift Stores. 

And found a Christian Dior blazer circa 1991, which made me 

But I guess the difference between me and them (for now) is the difference between going to Harvard and paying full tuition at Harvard

Gots the degree, but not the pedigree... yet.
But quite frankly I don't give an eff. 

Bitches. 

And for other things those whose
only hobby is looking fresh to death on their yacht
indulge in.


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Chuckle worthy effery. 



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