I fucking miss my Jnco jeans, seat belt belt buckle, black t-shirt with white flames on it, and vans sneakers.

I keep telling my wife that I am going to buy that outfit again one day for shits and giggles. Then she threatens me with do you want a divorce (jokingly).

Apparently I have not been willing to tempt fate on that one.....yet.

She calls my long lost outfit the anti-poon. Where instead of making her wet, her cooch dries up more than the desert. Then poofs out some rough sand at the very thought of having to fuck someone wearing that outfit.