Phat Chics Rock!! Karen, my wife, has gone DogFunkin'Ridiculous in hoodieville....she wears em. she bares em. she owns em. Rock the Cradle....the newborn comes out in a hot new puppyfunk hoodie...This gear chissles greatness through the wind patterns you carve and no one else can fill the void...people just stare as the funk passes by. everybody wants them.....not so many are brave enough to wear them......they make statements on their own so i am hardly necessary.....save for pushing them through and beyond....and as an old guy i go where no-boarders usually never travel...hepkats of my generation are usually naked ankle loafer n kakhi shorts geeks.....with brooks brothers fine pressed n creased white shirts and a pocket full of viagra.....just hoping for that rare 4 hour erection so they can at least have some attention paid to them in the e.r. poor souls. to dogfunk is to live. who needs false hard truths. life is in the living and being all funked up is a gear delight. i wear my funk on my sleeve and if it makes you puke go buy more loafers....if it makes you smile.....rad on....PhatPfolks Rock.......love ya, ralph.....

I grope myself like Michael Jackson every time i look in the mirror seeing a style monster rather than a punk. The rasta like color combo rips shreads to tiny flakes.
Word from the inside is the player is warm, stylin and high flyin' scopin' out all the eyeballs turnin my way. It
is a fun-sational experience wearing DOGFUNK attire!
AND IT'S TALL!!! have you any idea how difficult it is to find real, cool, clothes when you are constructed out of spare parts? You brought fun into manshopping. steve