You’re kidding me, right?
AGAIN? At least you’re not going to mistake him this time for that guy who slept in your yard waste bin last night, but you also might not mistake him for a man at an Emmy party thrown by his employer (and based on the velvet coat and the shirt, you certainly could be forgiven for thinking he is a Sim named Chaz who lives in a bachelor-pad penthouse and who bedecks his place in manly animal print and random items with sharp edges). Do we think Thomas Jane has a foot thing? Because between the barefootedness and the faux-barefoot shoes, I’m beginning to wonder if his toes are allergic to each other.
