NANAMICA WAIST BAGS & THE FOUR INFLUENCERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

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Gird your loins and fortify your fannies, folks, because this Waist Bag from Nanamica is straight up unapologetic Dadcore at its finest. If we’re acquainted IRL, you’re most likely aware that I sport a fanny pack on the reg, without even the slightest hint of irony. I’m a modern man, with serious everyday carry (or EDC as all the cool internet guys call it) needs, hence my love for waist borne packs, particularly this Nanamica joint, which is made in Japan from 100% nylon. The best thing about it is the relatively short strap, preventing it from being converted into a crossbody, also known as the No, It’s Not A Fanny Pack LMAO WUT?! Bag. Miss me with that fashionista bullshit. I’m all about rocking saggy sacks upon my hips, because I keeps it real, dawg. How real, you ask? Don’t question me, imagined audience member, for I am the Alpha and Omega of the waist bag game. I looked, and behold, a pale fanny pack; and the dude who rocked it was a true G; and all of Instagram followed with him. What’s 160 USD in denarii? According to my research, probably like 3 denarii (or about 30-48 asses ROFL). Ancient currencies are hella lit. Put that shit in your Second Punic War and smoke it. Man, where’s this post supposed to go from here? I feel like I’m up my stream of consciousness without a paddle, bruh. Once you’ve touched on the Book of Revelations and The Hannibalic War, it’s pretty tough to circle back to chat about EDC and whatnot. You ever see the 2004 comedy Without a Paddle? I haven’t, but I'm running out of potential avenues to go down and random references to critically panned films is usually a solid solution to any and all writing problems. Hell yeah: reached my minimum word count without a single mention of the Game of Thrones series finale. Take that, cultural relevance -RB