Playboy Sept. 1964 |
Because everything I love about Jim is right there... as plain as those green stripes. Other men pussy-foot around with pin stripes and puny stripes. Not Jim. Pow. Green stripes. Green stripes for red blood. Who's afraid of the big dull world... not Jim.
Yes, green striped shirt, you belong in our house.
In fact, I'll bet a perfect stranger could look at that Van Heusen 417 taper, and the stubborn roll of that Van Heusen 417 collar... and know exactly how Jim likes his roast beef... and exactly why I'll stay blond until I'm 999 years old.
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