We return to the men's room with Miles and Thrill.

Who sucks last is coming up at first time for a few emails to the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

Had a couple from our question.

What would you like to see come back or what came back to you?

Olbe Cholos.

Blows my mind.

Blows my mind when you guys ask a question that has to do with something that just happened to me.

In 2006, I was 16 years old and bought my first band hoodie for my favorite metal band, Lamb of God.

I wore that hoodie almost every day for about a year and a half.

One day, I just happened to be high as F on Estasy in the middle of summer, got overheated and threw it in a ditch in my buddy's apartment complex. I was mad at myself for ditching the hoodie, so I went back to the ditch to look for it. No dice. I spent the next couple of years looking for someone wearing it, but still no luck. Now, by the time I went back online to buy another one, they were all sold out. The band was just starting up when they made that hoodie, so it was a limited run. Now, every couple of years since then, I've gone online and looked everywhere for it, and I mean everywhere. Never even seen a picture of the same hoodie anywhere now as the years went on i started looking up

vintage lamb of god hoodie and a month ago it finally paid off i found a seller on ebay with my

exact hoodie in my size and an amazing shape for being 20 plus years old price was even right at 30

dollars plus shipping and handling uh i ordered it immediately and now have one of my favorite pieces of my teen years back. I'm still friends with everyone from back then, and none of them can believe that I actually found it. If you love something, set it free and it'll come back if it was meant to be. Rock on that from the real James P. Sullivan. Well, you say that now. Yeah, well, now you found it.

Right.

Hey, man, set it for you to come back.

If we had asked you that a month, it sucks. I can't imagine seeing a pile of all the things that I've lost over the years and weren't really aware that I'd lost them. Maybe I was aware that I lost some of the things. But you can't remember now. Yeah, exactly. Oh, God. Oh, that wallet. oh, that. Got to be a ton crap.

I mean, losing clothing sucks.

The only one that really pissed me off was I was in Miami after the heat had just won a title.

All right.

And I bought, like, just, I was like, this is cool.

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