Yeah, so on Saturday I went out shopping for some new shirts for work because I need them. Earlier that day I got fitted for my tux so for the first time in my life I didn’t have to just buy a Large. Anyway, after about about 3 hours, I hadn’t found 1 shirt. Frustrating as hell. So I get to dinner and get laughs because I can’t buy a shirt. I didn’t realize why I couldn’t find any shirts until the next day. I went back out shopping and got fitted again. 16/37. The guy is about 70, has seen it all, and pretty much laughs at me and wishes me luck finding a shirt for my awesomeness. I’m neither big, nor tall. Just massive. I have the bone structure of a silver back. Yeah, that’s right, I’m pretty huge. All these years getting laughed at because my shoulders go on forever, and yep, they certainly do. Take that Taylor.

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