“Oye! El Peludo! Hemos adquirido un caso de pomade!”
Would you say I have a “plethora” of pomade?
“Well, no. I mean, it IS a lot of pomade, but it’s only one case.”
So I have no plethora?
“No, Señor. I would be comfortable in saying you have an ABUNDANCE of pomade. But a plethora? No, Señor.”
This…displeases El Peludo.
“I am very sorry, Señor! Shall we continue searching, or head to the next town?”
No. You have failed me, Tito.
“I assure you, El Peludo, I only mean to serve you! I will find your pomade!”
No, Tito. You will not. Step into the dusty road.
“No! Por favor, El Peludo! I implore you!”
Come now, Tito. Una muerte hirsuta es morir con valor.
“Lo siento, El Peludo.”
I know, friend.
BLAM!
Wear this shirt: While wandering the dusty deserts of the Southwest, either in search of justice or running from your demons.
Don’t wear this shirt: While grinding through a new character on Fallout: New Vegas because your old game crashed right as you were about to kill Caesar. Seriously.
This shirt tells the world: “If I wasn’t such a wimp I’d get one of those stupid mustache tattoos on my inner lip.”
We call this color: The Creme, the Bad, and the Ugly
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