Every now and then, I develop a new obsession.
Earlier this year, it was Pumas. Seven pairs and a few hunnid bucks later, I've calmed down a bit. But now I'm obsessed with weirdo tee shirts. I used to hate tees, with a passion. Turns out, I just hate oversized, baggy tees. I'm all over tees that are snug enough to be just this side of indecent. I've wanted to cop a top from T-Shirt Hell for a while now. Last month, I finally did.
Twelve years later, my T-Shirt Hell shirts have arrived. You should pop on over and order yourself something naughty. Do it now, because those triflin' muhfuggahs only ship their orders out every two weeks, and last Friday was a shipping day, so...yeah, they won't ship again until next Friday, I think. Hm.
I got another one that handily says, "Also available in sober!!" I love T-shirt Hell. I'm kinda pissed I still haven't won their "Lazy Little Bitch" contest, though, especially since I've been signed up for their newsletter forever. I mean, da hell would I want their newsletter for, other than for the chance to win two free shirts that will take eons to arrive? Really! God knows every time I read it without deleting, I burn to copyedit it for typos and shit.
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That shirt... errr you in that shirt is very inspirational. =)
"Easy like Sunday morning" is a great t-shirt slogan. Now I want one.
c, you can get one online at tshirthell.com, and you can even customize style/color. They're like the burger king of tshirts!
That t-shirt looks so cool on you. Very hot!
Phil! Take no offense. I happened to have ordered these shirts a long ass time ago. I missed their shipping day by, like, a day, so it's been three weeks since I ordered, I think. Next paycheck, playa. Or you can hook me up with a discount in exchange for modeling duties, lol. Also, I don't get the t reference. You can't mean t-ts, can you?!?! I AM SHOCKED AND APPALLED, MISTER! I DEMAND A LOVE SOMEBODY TEE AS RECOMPENSE FOR MY SUFFERING!
Saff, I have to get you a shirt. I keep looking for a cool-ass NYC shirt, but i think a "look at my chest when I'm talking to you" shirt would also rock. Or totally suck, you decide.
Carlos...you neeeeeeeed to get a tshirthell shirt! Neeeeeeed....
anon--thanks! Uh, I think. Unless the inspiration is to never wear tees again.
Dang, look at that teensy little waist, you hot thang!
I likie the t-shirt and its message.
And yes, Carlos deserves that t-shirt--if the lack of arm-twisting it took to convince him to run the marathon is indicative. . . .
I suspect you'll fill it out just fine, X. And if you still feel funny, you can always order the one that says "Who cares about tits when you've got an ass like this?"
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