Datta Phuge, 32, is an Indian —not the feather kind, the other kind. He is also a money-lender. And the poor homely bloke can’t get laid to save his life.
He recently plopped down the American equivalent of $235,000 for a solid-gold shirt that he says he hopes will send the girls stampeding his way so fast, he’ll be forced to corral them all in a hog pen.
“I know I am not the best looking man in the world, but surely no woman could fail to be dazzled by this shirt?’ he asked.
What say you, ladies? Does this shirt make you want to sleep with him?