I don't know what's wrong with you guys. You should just buy EG for the rest of your fucking lives. These band collar popovers are the Bees Knees™. Peep the details on the chest pockets. I want every single one of these shirts. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SUGAR MAMA AT? My cousin had a sugar mama once. Actually, it was just his girlfriend that worked while he was finishing school, but that sure seemed like having a sugar mama to me. I have a question regarding sugar mamas if you'll indulge me right quick: Do you have to tell them what you're spending their money on? Because I'm a firm believer in the right to privacy. If I want to buy medical grade marijuana and two hundred and twenty four dollar plus shipping and handling shirts with half the amount of buttons, I should be able to do so in complete privacy. QUIT TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE, IMAGINARY SUGAR MAMA.