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Hi, I'm George Zimmer, founder and CEO of the Men's Wearhouse. You know, I wasn't always the magnificent mufti mogul I am today. You see, the beautiful bearded bastard you see before you was once a beggar, showcasing my prime procreative prowess on the parkways of Paris. One balmy autumn eve, as I was gouging the glorious gluteus maximus of todays tomato tum tum with my magnificently molded man mastadon, I spied some dapperly dressed dynamo commanding my cock crusading contemplation. The intensity of the shockingly seraphic suit sent shutters through my miniature master of arms. My screaming scrotal soothsayer suddenly released it's mighty man magazine frighteningly flaying the floundering floosy's fuck-flap asunder with the fury of a greek god. At the period of my paranormal partner's panicked paroxysm I realized that my dream was to commit sexual sins vile enough to make the prince of darkness sob sanguine tears, while making men's suits in Texas. My tale of triumph goes to show, that rags to riches doesn't just happen to fairy tale fags...I guarantee it.