So the missus and yours truly are at this birthday party at the neighbour’s. Which one you ask? Let me explain…
“Hello?”“Hey… Pastrami… wassup.”
Just received this in the mail. Absolutely no way this can’t cheer up your day immediately.
And thus, I was sent forth into the perilous world of luxury suits. A world where prices are an inconvenient element of the conversation and pocket squares lead to debates not unlike those about the West Asian peace process. In this merciless world, all that stands between high fashion and eternal sartorial…