International Male Is So Fabio-lous
So my work spouse was telling us how in college his household was somehow signed up to receive the International Male catalog. They'd peruse it's fine fashions meant for romance novel models and footballers on the night prowl and laugh and laugh and laugh. The Buzzer and I had no knowledge of this gem, so NWB promptly pulled up some choice selections. Some of them are horrendous, others are fantastically awful and others are totally Dallas:
The Ultimate Poet's Shirt (the ULTIMATE!! or the Puffy Shirt, according to Seinfeld)
The Big Rib Body Suit (ew)
The Classic Nightshirt (which Buzzer points out, would make pissing a two-handed job and therefore, it becomes an even bigger mystery why anyone would want this)
Commander Leather Waistcoat (fabulous name, but unfortunately must be worn with cross medallion)
Coyote Hooded Jacket (the ultimate in masculinity)
Adrian Sweater (should be called Huxtable Sweater)
I can't even link to the shorts.
Labels: fashion, funnies, retail therapy, stupid people, weird
posted by nerver @ 3:40 PM
4 Comments:
OMG how have you lived this long without seeing the International Male catalog? We once bought Tom a bathing suit from there, because they had a style that had not yet become common (the tight shorts kind) but it was so ridiculous when it arrived (too small, too pink, almost transparent) that we returned it immediately and he will now hate me forever for telling you this.
I could totally rock that coyote coat. I wonder what would win in a fight, a coyote or cougar.
dammit, roach you have to get the coyote jacket, but you have to get an XXL so just your feet and your head stick out.
Sophie, I promise I won't tell Tom. But...um..."too pink"? Why pink?!
Jeffers, I concur.
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