Sometimes you want something completely out of character. Even though you know, YOU KNOW, that you’ll look like an asshole in it. Or, even worse, you’ll only wear it inside the house. Afraid of ridicule and drunk on cooking wine, you’ll wander the room of you’re studio apartment sobbing, whimpering about how you should have tried harder in that one improv class.
Oh, it’s sold out? “Whipped Butter” is unavailable? Well, thank God.
Yes, please notify me on restock.