He gazes out over the vast urban landscape he calls home and sighs. Crouching to tie the shoelace of his pristine Red Wing boots, he thinks of what might have been... He should've followed Jennifer out to Montana that cool fall day. But alas, all he has left are his plaid shirts and struggling beard. Standing up and adjusting his undersized beanie, he continues on with his man purse close at his side... after all, His lunch isn't going to post itself on Instagram.
He is the Lumbersexual.
Wear Flannel and get $2 Pints all night
$5 Bacon Cheddar Waffles