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okay, drop everything if you know where i can get a pair of these red/gold-lensed, The-Fly-meets-Cyclops-from-the-X-men goggles that niconner alexander, trinidadian-tobagan relayer wore, and tell me so that i can wear them with my new, icarus (who's going out of business, it appears from dropping in to their mercer and spring boutique -- but what do you expect when you name your store after the demigod who put on his dad's wings, flew too high, and plummeted to his death when the beeswax melted?) uber-conservative medium gray single-breast three-button suit to my current wall street client.
i gotta do something to shake them up.
posted October 01, 2000 in crap, delivery.