Okay, I know this makes me a horrible monster, but I seriously think I need
this shirt. Okay, wait, no,
this one is even better.
This one just sounds illegal, or
just unsettling.
This one is for the high school me. Some are
moderately glamorous, after all, like
this one.
Man, how
can I
choose?
O gross. Something's really
cynical about this one.
However, this one is I think the official shirt of
the internet.
Darn it, after I picked one, look
what I
found. I don't think I can justify two.
PS:
It's so true. And
this, very very true.
PPS:
This one's for Smanda (or, seriously,
this). For
plorkwort. For
kelli. And this is for most of
the rest of you. Except for
cooper.
PPPS: If
these weren't so
crap-
looking, I'd be
all over them
as well. Oh well. Maybe I'll just make some myself. There's a difference between mostly dead and
all dead.
I work on the
road crew. Hello, fellow road crew worker.
Something is uniquely awesome about the absolute availability of shitty personalised t-shirts.