Bro, I don't even care about the fit at this point. I only care about them fucking beanie-ass hands. Holy shit. Them hands are so fucking fine. The fit, you, you the fashion demon. You, you him, to be honest. But them hands, bro, oh my god, slap me across the face, choke me till I can't breathe, stick that in my eyeballs, poke me in my titty, you just fine for real. I don't even know what you look like, but you fine.