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You gotta look for one of those stores, most easily found in a mall, that sells all the tacky crap that tacky guys wear. You know, guys you look at and think of "A Night at the Roxbury?" Somewhere in the back of that store behind the purple and lime green monstrousities and racks of gold rope chains, you will find the Pulp Fiction garb. The first danger is being seen going in or out of that store. The second danger is that you'll go home, put on the suit, put on some Dick Dale, and stand in front of the mirror basking in your own hipness until Bruce Willis shoots you or something.
The third danger is that you will gain weight and have to stop wearing your suit because you no longer look like a Reservoir Dog, you look like a Blues Brother. "What a drag it is getting old." |
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