Say What Wednesday #3: Grippers vs Slippers

Sometimes it’s a choice. Other times, it’s a lifestyle. Such is the case with this Wednesday’s topic: Slippers vs. Grippers. Unless your as multi-faceted as a Teruo Artist, you probably don’t do both. Regardless, here’s the breakdown:

Saul Good
Slippers (Hawaiian for Flip Flops)
Because the yaba-daba-doos like the sunshine too. Picture yourself top-down, beats bangin, hair blowin in the the wind. Now apply that image to the little hairs on your toes. Same concept. Ten tan toes that don’t stink and a laid back statement telling the world you’ll get there when you feel like it. That’s why we live in the flip flops.

P-Lo da Driva
"When you take him to the Gucci store show him the loafs" - Styles P

That's me right there. Ever since I saw my dad in his 76 Porsche Spider with his Salvatore loafers on and said, "daddy what are those". That day I learned the swagger of the driving shoe. When I pull up to the spot hop out the Jag with a leather shoe only crafted to touch other expensive surfaces, that's when you know you just saw a Boss.

Say What Wednesday #2: Wife Beat vs Taco Meat

Wife Beat vs. Taco Meat
Bringing your fresh out in public comes with a handful of trade-offs. Perhaps none more crucial than the shirt-wear decision to either get your Randy Savage on, or keep it domesticated. So this Wednesday we ponder…Wife Beat vs. Taco Meat.

Saul Good
I only roll one way, taco meat out. Many men are bashful about exposing their hairy chest to the female world. In this metro age of emasculating , I understand the pressure to stay neat and tidy. But at the end of the day, real women still like real men. I’ve had several friends confide in me that I have inspired them to liberate their taco meat from the fruit of the loom confinement. To quote Dirk Diggler, “I’ve saved thousands…” You could be another.

*But please, be reasonable. Everything in moderation…unless inebriated.


Proph-Nasty

Ok Im deff on my Egyptian cotton Ralph Lauren wife beat underneath a neatly placed fresh pressed stupid expensive pop your caller if you’re a baller dress shirt type a dude. Nothin worse than a Larry at the club Oldspiced up with a leaf print hawaian shirt open wide enough to see his happy trail. Ya boy Proph keeps his look clean like a 6 series beam interior. I want my shit museum fresh. The reason:
Makeout time- Way more dramtic to have layers to peel off like a boss then to be naked after one button.

Beasting- If I get into it with the Hawaii Five O dude at the club I can furiously remove my outer shirt and hand it to my lady as to have that “Just Beat It” effect and scare the punk before he see’s my navel.

All in all ladies you want that biker beer construction dude or that gold chain bouncing of his wifebeat aviator over dome henny sippin smelling like Gucci Envy type Boss.