I once, some 10 days ago, owned this fine pair of stunner shades. It’s caused quite a bit of stress and strife in my life, but it’s time to face the music. They’re gone with the wind. Make that at least 27 pairs of sunglasses I’ve lost, the fourth or fifth
designer overpriced kind. I vow to never spend more on a pair of sunglasses than I spend on a bottle of whiskey the rest of my life. Fortunately, I have an affinity for Johnny Walker Bleu.
Throw these on my tab:
"Taylor gang or deep-throat a cactus."