dont listen 2 these degenerates..they dont know style.
when I hit the bar, (pumping up my chest and arms before hand of course) I just throw on my joggs, cut and freyed at the bottom, then slip into my white generic CIA shirt. roll a meatball down the front of it, and im ready for the club. oh and i never forget my pen and pad for when i rheel in some digits. its that new unemployed slob look, totally vogue these days.