Damn it...I work for that company...I work in the garden department...where in the fuck are my hot chicks walking around in torn shirts and torn shorts? All I get are nasty 400 pound gasbags that smell like they showered under a cow's tail, or some 98-year-old lady who needs a shopping cart to help her stand up.
Have seen a couple of dudes dressed like that, though. But, again, 400 pounds...