… you find something that fits in Hobbs. That you like. That you then buy. And it’s one of the loveliest items of clothing you’ve ever owned.
Dude, you’re not old. Not even near it. Don’t give in just yet.
Go by a boob tube or whatever you chicks call it. Then get drunk and go party all night.
Dude, get the humorous self-deprecation.
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