Before you get too preoccupied with the plump salaryman passed out on this afternoon Utsunomiya line train, let's stop and take a closer look to admire his attire--perhaps the real unsung hero of this photograph. Praise the resilient blue dress shirt whose 100% cotton finger tucked in the proverbial dike bravely holds back a raging torrent of belly fat, and marvel the stalwart buttons, who readily hold the line, unfailingly carrying out their duties without fuss or protest. Like the 300 Spartans of yore, "To the last button" they scream, standing their ground, and refusing to succumb to the push and groan of indomitable odds shaped suspiciously like hideous man-titties.
Swear to god, it's all there. You shouldn't even have to squint.
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hehehe, reminds me of when my dad would try to put on a button-up shirt after not having worn it for a year... Although the valiant buttons never prevailed for long in those cases...
At least Doc never tried to button 'em in. He scores points for recognition.
does he have a Peanuts lunch box??
Yes.
Yes he does.
Awesome. You capture the true essence of the salary man's unsung heroism.
Just like that in Korea too?
Is it sad that I want to know where he bought his shirt? Because I could use some button-power like that for my boobs. Mine always pop off.
Perfect Suit Factory maybe?
I doubt they have corsets though.
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