Rubinacci make the only pocket squares worth talking about today. Polka dots? Lame. Tartan? You’re fucking corny, bro. Argyle (if that even exists)? Tell-tale sign your girlfriend dresses you. Rubinacci will have you stunting on all them dudes. You’ll be pulling the finest coked up PR chicks at fashion week with one of these exploding out of your breast pocket, I swear. Honestly, I can't front, having just one of these is, like, my lifelong goal. That's pretty much where I'm at in my life right now. Pretty sad, no? These are right up there on my list of “grails.” The only thing even comparable would be owning a piece of the Aggro Crag from Global Guts. Strictly Global Guts though because I would have loved to step on one of those French motherfuckers faces as I climbed up the mountain to victory. USA! USA! USA! Let's go to Mo with the results!
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