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Originally Posted by LoneWolf
The tailor I go to is an old man in his 70s. I don't trust women to tailor any of my clothes. When I tell a man that I like my suit sleeves long enough that my dress shirt doesn't show when I'm bringing my crown and coke glass up to my lips, I know he understands what the **** I'm talking about.
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He understands you're the kind of mind that needs to mix his whiskey with coke.