Me? I'm off hanging out where I can wear shirts like these and not feel like a complete slob or, you know, twelve.
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Of course, it helps that they now make these things in women's cuts. Nobody's going to mistake me for twelve in one of these.
A slob, on the other hand? Maybe. But that's what weekends away are for.
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