This post is an imaginary post that I might have written in the 90’s. Hence the monkeyFLASHmonkeyBACK, minus the monkeys…
T-shirts are definition in cloth form. They’re not only brand labels, but personality labels.
When I wore Rude Dog shirts, I wanted to be seen as a Rude Dog:
I was usually more in the mood to be annoying.
When I wanted to be as bad as Bart Simpson, I’d get out my slingshot and this shirt:
Somebody ate my shorts.
When I wanted people to think I was stuck up and well-traveled (and well fed), I’d wear something from my Hard Rock Cafe collection:
(Insert city name above... and Ray-Bans)
And then there was one shirt I always considered wearing because they were punny, but never did because they were, well, you be the judge:
Additional phrase: "Something-something-something up-stares."
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