Hello there.

My name is cowboy Peet and I come here today in my Stetson, Precisely Ten Gallons, genuine and made from some of the best hat furnishings that one of the cowboy nature could ever hope to be made from.  A necessity to a first degree in the required pieces of wear is absolute to become man.  The Stetson is beauty but not be fashioned of one so divine it would have to be featured only in whatever the Americans version of the Llouve would be, people would be waiting in that line to catch a glimpse of Stetson.

It wouldn't belong in Paris. American made one hundred percent and wouldn't be caught dead next to no Mother Teresa or any one of them other he-she's hanging limp off them French made walls.

I don't think so but under that behind these blue blocking shades that you may have thought you saw on them infomercials had on back in the day during the afternoon TVs with commercials tell you to go to college at the Technical Institute, get you a degree maybe something in nursing or whatever X-ray tech near.

I'm sure you'll make it do as well now but these ain't them blue blockers these is of a different degree.

This is of a first degree badass and I ain't tell you where I got them.

Just know that they first grade.

That's badass.

For instance the way you look at these glances and way most others do they say I have some bad sunglasses and right there you know how much you want them.

The ones I'm wearing that tell you what degree it is because it's better than the ones you got once you got.

Maybe you thought they were bad as a one point but that quickly faded.

Now you see these dripping from the mouth drooling like he was on one of them sucking the PP trips everyone else is on and he was coming out the closet for the first time about ready to blame it on you Jack Daniel adventured that you had the whole night before, I just want to do anything for it kinda feel… that's first degree badass area and the area mostly a part of me.