I have never seen someone that needs to get mushed so bad in my entire life.
How is this even a thing?
Like I am really supposed to considered this person to be an adult when they dress like this? If you tried to rock this kit in Pennsylvania and an Amish dude saw you in his peripheral he would pull his buggy over and kick you in your dick for swag jackin.
Dude looks like an untreated HIV version of Jon Voight from 'Midnight Cowboy'
Boom.
Say I'm wrong.
No more pelts, native american patterns, blankets and fucking canteens.
It's 2011.
All that shit is officially off limits to brand directors from here on out.
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