Letric
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Case Opener Tool. $6 at Walmart.
Also be careful if you try to wind it, it's possible to over-wind.
UNIFORM LA CHILLICOTHE WORK JACKET Drop, going on right now.
Uniform LA's Chillicothe Work Jacket is an elevated take on the classic Detroit Work Jacket. Made of ultra-premium 14-ounce Japanese canvas, it has been meticulously washed and hand distressed to replicate vintage workwear that’s been worn for years, and available in three colors.
This just dropped today. If you missed out on the preorder, there are some sizes left, but they won't be around for long. Check out the remaining stock here
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Is this the leather one? Thirty bucks? RAGE.
EPIC.In the field. I know Homme is what I'm looking for in terms of Dior, but is this anything of value?
Thumbs up.DEAR PENTHOUSE FORUM: I never thought that it would happen to me.... It was just a normal day, another Friday afternoon at our office downtown. Ink on my fingers, shredded paper below. I had just finished the day's work and sat listening to the wind's slow hiss through the elms and the halls draining themselves of footsteps. Everyone else had clocked out. I sat alone at my desk, peering out the window, the kid who mows our lawn just outside. I seem to recall him using a Weed Whacker, though in retrospect, the brand is probably unimportant. What was important, more than its pendular blur of motion, was its sound -- that low, steady, meditative drone that makes one overly pliable to suggestion -- and the way the yardman was standing -- hip-shot and staggered of footstep, swaying, almost, in that lazy way particular to youth -- all right in front of my wife's SUV. Apparently, he'd flung a rock. It had shattered my windshield. I believe I was only scarcely aware of this by the time he'd managed to shove open my door and walk, unbidden, into my office. I might have been shocked -- hell, I'll even say that I was -- but I admired his honesty. It was something he seemed to own in spades. He even had an honest face -- wide open and expectant. Classical, almost, in its beauty. I am not embarrassed to say I even noticed his tan, its depth-y glow, the way it nearly burst from the fullness of his cheeks. He probably could have had said nothing -- I know this -- nothing at all, and neither I nor my wife would have ever been the wiser. Rocks, after all, are everywhere. They fall all the time. Now my wife, she felt bad for the kid. And since he was so very honest, she wanted to be nice to him, to try to help him....
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DEAR PENTHOUSE FORUM:
I never thought that it would happen to me....
It was just a normal day, another Friday afternoon at our office downtown. Ink on my fingers, shredded paper below. I had just finished the day's work and sat listening to the wind's slow hiss through the elms and the halls draining themselves of footsteps. Everyone else had clocked out. I sat alone at my desk, peering out the window, the kid who mows our lawn just outside. I seem to recall him using a Weed Whacker, though in retrospect, the brand is probably unimportant. What was important, more than its pendular blur of motion, was its sound -- that low, steady, meditative drone that makes one overly pliable to suggestion -- and the way the yardman was standing -- hip-shot and staggered of footstep, swaying, almost, in that lazy way particular to youth -- all right in front of my wife's SUV. Apparently, he'd flung a rock. It had shattered my windshield. I believe I was only scarcely aware of this by the time he'd managed to shove open my door and walk, unbidden, into my office. I might have been shocked -- hell, I'll even say that I was -- but I admired his honesty. It was something he seemed to own in spades. He even had an honest face -- wide open and expectant. Classical, almost, in its beauty. I am not embarrassed to say I even noticed his tan, its depth-y glow, the way it nearly burst from the fullness of his cheeks. He probably could have had said nothing -- I know this -- nothing at all, and neither me nor my wife would have ever been the wiser.
Rocks, after all, are everywhere. They fall all the time.
Now my wife, she felt bad for the kid. And since he was so very honest, she wanted to be nice to him, to try to help him....
Soo….check your mailbox in a few days
Whos wake was I just in.
Looks like a pair of Tribly or StingysHat experts: What is the style name of these hats?
its not really a fedora, right? The brim is too small.
Looks like a pair of Tribly or Stingys