Do you think my hat might be made of dog fur? It's Sean John. AND ... it was made in China. And the label doesn't even say. So, like, fuck, you know?
Leaving for lunch today this was the occupying obsession. It was a Rhode Island purchase. And purchased despite the label. Sean John has haunted my life. I'd first heard of him from a tranny prostitute bud of mine that mentioned we was down with 'the scene'. Then a college associate of his was a contestant with me on Millionaire. Okay, other than that, I supposed 'haunted my life' is a bit much. Perhaps 'lived at the same time as me' is better.
And then there was the story of the Chinese dogs that were used as raccoon fur last year. In jackets for Sean John. And my dislike of rhyme-y names. But really. Ew. Puppies?
