Jackie Howe
A Jackie Howe is like a second skin for lazy people. It’s the only thing you need to survive the day and still have a chance at getting laid.
I wore my Jackie Howe to the bar. The bartender asked if I was coming or going.
My Jackie Howe is so faded it looks like it’s been through a war. And it has.
I tried to wear a wife beater once. My Australian friend laughed so hard he fell off a chair.