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


