It’s coming up on a year since a fine Crapweasal was added to my wardrobe. Thanks to the generosity of the good Dr. Bungga, I am now able to attend many social events that I never thought possible.
As documented in a very fine site called Timeless Classics: the crapweasal is unmatched in it’s flexibility; it pairs well with khakis, grey wool trousers, black slacks, broadcloth, oxfords, red/yellow/cornflower/power ties, turtlenecks, sweater vests, and any number of other similarly boring and unobtrusive options that are perfectly acceptable for occasions that require a man to look presentable. You will complement any female you are with, be it your mother, your co-worker, or your date.
Wow, I just bought my own Crapweasel and it completely changed my life. I got a brand new promotion from my miserable job. Now my old boss is working for me and his job is to get me coffee(LOL!!). My life is great!!!! Plus i changed my e-dating profile picture and now i can’t keep up with all the requests from the ladies!!! Thanks for this great piece of advice.
Back in the Eighties, I used to own a custom-made jacket from an outfitter in NYC called The Original Crapweasal Bros., run by Ralph and Eugene Crapweasal.
Eugene was the older brother, somewhat plump and with a terrible booze problem. His younger sibling, Ralph, was a suave chap, and very popular with the ladies.
I opted for the three button blazer with an austere and vaguely militaristic patch on the breast pocket which I subsequently employed in all kinds of bogus tales of past warmongering in far off lands in order to woo impressionable young ladies in swanky nightclubs.
It was a very fine garment indeed, but was unfortunately (perhaps inevitably given the quality of workmanship, materials and the unmistakable magnetism it held over my female targets) stolen one night in a rather exclusive cigar lounge on the Upper East Side.
I’m keen to get another one made, but hear they moved their business overseas to leverage the cost benefits of Asian sweat shops. Does anyone know how I can get in touch with them? My love life really bombed after I lost my Crapweasal, but I’m sure it will see a renaissance if only I can get another.
Thanks!
ah! yes indeed! I myself have been the proud (and oft-laid) owner of a three-button navy blazer since I took one from the back of a chair in some swanky cigar bar in New York more than a decade ago…
That very night I was ravaged by two tall catwalk models against the wire fence of a deserted parking lot – such was the draw of that fine piece of cloth and its shiny gold buttons! Since then, I’ve had more tail than I ever dreamed of, and have taken to calling myself “El Capitan” with a faraway look in my eye that has been cultivated to suggest bitter jungle struggles against the tin pot dictators for the independence of small and oppressed South American nations. I’ve even learned how to squeeze out a tear or two from my left eye – the ladies are a sucker for it (literally).
I’d always wondered what kind of magical jacket it was, and now at last I know I too am a Crapweasal Man!