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Oy

C'mon, Hamilton. What's next? this Poggy going to start shilling your wartches on TV?

poggytheman's cat.

Think I prefer Rusty's Intra-Matic panda to this one...in fact, I know I do..

Keeping it so hip, Kaw x Sinn:

Other outlandish Hamiltons, including the aspiring fashion icon who selects clothes to wear in complete darkness while wearing a blindfold, have proclaimed this to be an exercise in exuberantly poor taste...

“And I think I know a thing or two about ‘exuberantly poor taste’!” Hamilton is alleged to have said.

What the fuck's wrong with the brands lately? All the shitty collaborations with some fucking dopes that no one has ever heard of? TAG Heuer and some Alec Monopoly, now Hamilton and some Poggy lout. Who the fuck is this Poggy twat anyway?

I guess I just don't get fashion.

I don't understand why companies are chasing millennials when they have no money and no appreciation for the finer things in life. They are only interested in current fashion; which changes far too quickly for a watch maker to be on top of it.

Watches are timeless, and as such, should reflect timeless values of style, fashion, common sense, etc. This Poggy will have a lifespan of mere minutes; why should Hamilton waste time and money AND their reputation on the likes of him/her/it?

The fuck's wrong with you old cocksuckers? Poggy is the man, you fucks. Poggy fucking rules. If I could deliver a baby through my asshole, I would gladly spread my ass-cheeks to accept Poggy's god-like manhood, so he could impregnate me anally and we could live in bliss with our anal-love child, wearing stupid Hammy Ventura wartchs and taking Uber rides to our goat-yoga classes, shopping for very thin neck-ties, and share cafe macchiatoes and staring into each other's eyes, whilst our anal-love child crawls around the Starbucks, leaving shit-stains everywhere. Then we would blog about it, and take pics of our anal-love baby and the reactions of the plebes to his dunglike face.

Then, even though Poggy has more money than God, we would live in a small apartment in Tokyo/LA/NYC, whichever is cooler at the moment, and take Uber everywhere. I would nurse Dung Boy (our anal-love child's new name) at my pendulous man-teats, and Poggy would blog a lot about fashion and how he's going to wear a neck beard and skinny jeans and how we were thinking about buying a Tesla, even though neither of us like cars, and would rather take Uber, but with a Tesla it would drive itself, and we could watch the big touchscreen in the middle of the dashboard and whip each other off over transgendered porn whilst Dung Boy squealed in his anal-child-seat in the back seat of the Tesla and sometimes jetted shit all over the upholstery but we wouldn't care, because Tesla doesn't use leather and it's easy to clean shit off vinyl.

Alas, things would go south from there, because Poggy's a Very Important Man in Fashion and Street Cred, while I'm nothing but a bear asshole; we'd get into arguments over what music to listen to on our fucking Iphones--Poggy want's to listen to German Scat-Teckno musik while I want to listen to old Loverboy covers by K-Pop cuties. Then Poggy would go all fucking vegan while I turn into a pescatarian and crave sushi. We'd get into appalling fucking slap-fights at trendy bars whilst sharing a bottle of Cristal. Then, Poggy would anally rape me with a fucking Cabriole table leg, and I would sue for divorce, and since I was the one basically catching in this relationship, I would get custody of Dung Boy and half of all Poggy's shit, including his Very Kool Hammy Ventura and the Tesla, and Poggy would end up hanging himself in a Bangkok hotel room.

foghorn wrote: ↑

November 30th 2019, 11:00am

https://poggytheman.hamiltonwatch.com/? ... 6-74017755

"Iconic individuality"? What the fucking fuck is that?

Hamilton? *plonk*

Conjurer’s imagination is to fun what Stephen King’s is to terror.

SJTJTFF (Sweet Jeebus, that's just too frigging funny). I suspect conjurer not only kissed the Blarney Stone, he knocked off a big chunk, ground it into powder and snorted it!

I’m concerned about the buttbaby...

Thanks, gents. This is what comes from a post about a trendy Hammy mixed with 90-proof bourbon.

It simply astounds me what so many people spend their money on in food, watches, entertainment, whatever these days. But then again, people are really fucking stupid.

It's those people who create "stars" who don't even attempt to entertain, they praise food that doesn't nourish, they collect watches that look like Technicolor yawns, they sport "fashions" that are created in an attempt to try to out-outrageous everyone else. It's like what passes for achievement these days is akin to the four-year-old on the monkey bars screaming "Look at me, ma - look at me!" - but every day, forever.

And, of course, brands like Hamilton cater to these types. What, Biz Markie was busy?

TemerityB wrote: ↑

December 2nd 2019, 10:43am

It's like what passes for achievement these days is akin to the four-year-old on the monkey bars screaming "Look at me, ma - look at me!" - but every day, forever...

It's not hard to spot the grown-child types bumbling their way through life; four years old is a generous assessment developmentally speaking. The tantrums at the bank, in the boardroom, the drive thru line, (guilty), the toddler values and value on stuff. Now, that doesn't necessarily make them bad people, however, these are the building blocks of personalties gone bad. Look out for the predators (there's more than it appears), the rest are harmless schmucks.

Millennial are destroying the Earth.