Nature. Nothing is better then the exquisiteness of the great outdoors. And you know that, as you work your gritty job in the coal mines. You are one with nature, at once relaxed and at the same time straining. Straining to get the last piece of coal from the deep well that is the demise of so many men. Your friend Frank looks over to you: "One more week, buddy... one more week." You smile. Frank is the oldest worker here at the Coal mine, his wife waiting at home for their great vacation, finally going to get away from the monotony of life. Frank has spent years and years saving for this vacation, and his wife has scrimped and saved. "You must be excited." I say. He smiles. "One more week... just one more..." The ceiling collapses, it knocks Frank on to his knees. He falls over. You rush to help him up. "I'm fine," he says, "just fine..." But he reaches up to rub his head and becomes startled. He lowers his hand. It's covered in blood. He starts blinking rapidly. "You okay, Frank?!" you ask. "I'll get the foreman!" "No... don't... it's too late for me... this mine is set to collapse again... get out while you can." "NO!" "Just do it..." You shake your head but know he's right. You begin to leave, a tear falls down your cheek. "Buddy," he calls out. You turn. "Tell my wife I love her." The ceiling begins falling again, crushing Frank, crushing his hopes. But not his boots. With these stainless steel toes and excellent prices nothing can crush them. $99.

Sensual... dreamy...

You lock eyes with her across the room... everyone has got their eyes on her. She's enamored by your robust look and your masculine pants. She walks on over to you... she casually whispers in your ear: "You want me don't you?" "Excuse me?" you ask. "You want me don't you? I'm easy." "I can tell you're easy from that skirt." This is the skirt. Priced at $65.

The masculine, sportsmanlike story...

So you're a big man... always needing the most out of every little thing you do. You like to wear shirts that scream sportsmanship... that scream sportsmanlike conduct... but that also scream manliness. Ever since the football coach looked at you your Junior year and realized that you not only had Charisma... you also had class and talent. After you threw the game winning touchdown you went to the locker room, you got congratulated and you walked back to see your adoring fans. You kissed your girlfriend. She loved you. She loved your look. She loved your shirt. Unfortunately you lost that badass shirt at the party after but you found one that looked like this the next day on the ground next to your passed out runningback. So you stole it. And with prices this cheap, this shirt is practically a steal! Starting at $75. Comes in stripes.

I got ruffled...

I was crossing the road, in the heart of mainland America. Away from the cities... away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But there was a woman who stared me in the eyes as we were crossed paths in the middle of the road. She glared into my eyes, glared into my soul. I passed without a sound. She screamed back: "Watch where you're going asshole!" I immediately turned around, "Well who the fuck do you think you are!" We yelled. We yelled at one another... until I threw a glass bottle at her head. She reciprocated. But who was I to blame... she ruffled my feathers. Kind of like the dress I was wearing was ruffled. Classy and ruffled. Buy this dress, $200, comes in purple, red or yellow.