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Images via Snake Oil Provisions
What up, brosephs and brosephinas? If these Desperado Short Sleeve Camp Shirts (available in light blue and indigo) from Stevenson Overall Co. aren’t the most fire torso adornments you’ve seen in recent memory, I’ll be downright thunderstruck. Feel free to pop open a new tab and rock out to AC/DC’s timeless hit “Thunderstruck”, if it just got stuck in your head, because I know it just got stuck in mine. These shirts are inspired by 1950s bowling shirts and that speaks to me, as bowling is unironically my favorite sport. I’m a dedicated league bowler, an avid watcher of the PBA, and the proud owner of five bowling balls. My high school Phys. Ed. teacher used to joke that bowling wasn’t a real sport because you could do it with a beer in your hand, but he was a dumbass and a douchebag, so I ignored almost everything he said. Plus, you could play most sports with a beer in your hand; you’d just suck at them. Enough about that useless shitbag -- let’s get back to these shirts. The photos caught my eye when I noticed the ultra-cool dude from Snake Oil Provisions rocking a Seiko SRP 775 on his wrist (I’m currently rocking the same watch upon mine own wrist) and thought “Boy, does that cat have great fucking taste or what?” Then I patted myself on the back for being sartorially simpatico with such a snappy dresser. Once I was done congratulating myself, I resolved to get more tattoos in furtherance of my dream of becoming almost entirely unemployable. If I can’t be employed, then I don’t have to go to work. If I don’t have to go to work, then I’m free to do whatever I want all day. If I’m doing whatever I want all day, I can get really good at bowling. And if I get really good at bowling, I can become a professional bowler and let that sweet, sweet PBA money start flowing in. That’s unimpeachable logic, fam. The pieces fit together so tightly, yo can’t even slide a razor blade between them shits, Pyramids of Giza style. You better bury me with all my bowling balls, because I’m going to be throwing rocks in the afterlife, boi -RB
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