“When do you ever see that guy, anyway?” Mr. Morea asked, referring to those legendary Men’s Health cover models, with their rippling torsos and famished smiles. “The only time you really see that guy, he’s standing in front of an Abercrombie & Fitch store.”
You know when I see that guy?
Every day in the mirror, spanky.
And it will be a cold day in hell before I set foot in A&F, you fashion-impaired jackoffs.