Eight years ago, McSweeney's published Colin Nissan's profanity-laced ode to autumn, "It's Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers" which makes the rounds online like clockwork every October. And please excuse our language, but fuuuuuck, that's just what popped into our minds when discussing all the cozy fleece outerwear that's coming at us from every direction like the falling leaves in some freakin' Pintrest post. It's like, damn ... we just want to pull one on and hop onto a hayride to go apple picking with our significant other. Sure babe, you can post it to Instagram. Because that shit is going to look so damn seasonal. It's like these fleece jackets and vests, in all their teddy bear softness, wrap their fuzzy arms around you and tell you that everything is going to be alright. Sure, the world seems like a dumpster fire right now. But don't worry about that. You've got a craft beer in one hand and a cider donut in the other and you're tailgating with friends, or playing some touch football with your boys or hell, just raking leaves looking like a stud in your textured layers. If the concept of hygge (Google it, if you don't know) manifested into some kind of clothing, it'd sure as hell be fuzzy as fuck with deep pockets. And it'd tell the world, "that's right, assholes, you're either ready to reap the benefits from this freaky-assed fleece outerwear or you're not." We, for one, are ready.