YUMMY

Hello boys. If you were to be my man and wear this out one night, fitted with a fresh New Era cap and some Nike SB's or Blazers ... it's a wrap. I'm having your baby and I'll be your trophy wife. Forever.

It's so damn gawdy and italiano mob style, yet my senses over take any rational thought of good taste. I'd use the excuse of hugging you just to feel the fresh, soft fibers that create this trashy master piece, graze softly along my face. I'd secretly steal it from you, wrap it around my cold shoulders, curl up in a little ball on the couch and eat ice cream so I can have the contentment of smelling you're cologne and feeling the hoodie at the same time. Ya, it's like that! So tough, my god.

Yee Owza!