hat hottness.

who's that breath-takingly handsome mutha-ucka up there?
the gandalf of get-busy garrulousness?
the merlin of move-makin' mayhem?
the faustus of furious Folk Livelihood?
the prospero of pure-power puerile pugilism?
oh, heck yeah!
how fresh is that hat?!!!?
...don't answer,
it's rhetorical...
i know, though,
it IS so dope...
jess almost wasn't sure i could pull it off!
can you believe that?
she says it's a crazy person hat,
and it wouldn't suit me!!
weird,
when we already know
it's impossible to find a hat that doesn't suit me.
if you must know my secret:
it's the beard.
beards and hats go together like unprotected sex and teenagers.
you just can't keep 'em apart!
hell,
my beard is practically a chin-hat in it's own right, for cryin' out loud.
that being considered,
my new hat is most excellent, ya'll.
it's like a wafer-thin mushroom of awesome.
equal parts poor spanish peasant a la don quixote,
carribean pirate-king,
and fabulous french riviera grand dame.
it's a hard-style, to be sure,
but, i mean, with the pipe?!
uh-huh. dopeness.
and if ever a wearable wrench manifested as headgear...
c'mon.
d'ya think the airport security will like it?
never quiet, never soft....