The Five Tens

A team of builderers about to take on the skyscrapers of the world? That seems a little unlikely, although it paints a great mental image: four guys and one sexy blonde, dressed in black with lots of zippers on their jackets. Neck zippers. I've got a leather jacket with a neck zipper -- that is, a zipper sewn into the collar. I just wiki'd "collar". Fascinating stuff. My favorite is the poet collar, and that picture of Lord Byron is positively dreamy. My jacket has a band (or Grandad) collar with a zipper running around the band. I can't for the life of me figure out the point of the zipper. When unzipped there is hardly any room behind the zipper. Certainly not enough to store a hood, nor is there any means of attaching said hood. Who's ever heard of a hood on a leather jacket anyway? That's just stupid. My guess is that it is a stash for money, but it's a pretty nice jacket. I mean, if I were a mugger and I saw my jacket it'd be the first thing I demand I give me.

The team members have code names styled after African mammals. Each person has a specialty: brute strength, cracks, delicate face climbing, speed climbing (arguably not a legitimate climbing style, but if it's good enough for the X-Games it's good enough for me), and of course the sexy blonde is ultra flexible and can bend into any number of ungodly positions.

Oh dude...if they were all chicks you could call them The Five Tens. Shit man, I'm basically writing your movie for you.