Sure, it's great to wear clothing on the upper half of your body, and there's nothing wrong with a short-sleeved tube of cloth with a rounded neckline. There's nothing wrong with it being colorful, and there's nothing wrong with it having decoration.
But there is something wrong with this:
An over-sized set of lips, the letter's L, V, and E, and splatters of paint...or unicorn vomit. To modern society, this is supposed to inspire "Love" to anyone who sees it. However, it begs the question, "what's love got to do with it? What's love but a second hand emotion?" I digress...
The point is, what is the wearer of this shirt loving? Why the hot Barbie pink kiss lips? But more importantly, who hit the enter key in the middle of typing the word?
No, no you're not. You are wearing a shirt that claims something you have yet to prove. Don't go around making ridiculous claims unless you can back them up.
"Actions speak louder than words", he said.
Being convicted is nothing to be proud of, and claiming to be a convict when you aren't only suggests that you're a wanna-be criminal. Therefore, you must be planning some crime. Here's my suggestion: arrest EVERYONE who is wearing a shirt like this. Because they are either, A) an escaped convict lacking in common sense, or B) a soon-to-be convict lacking any sense whatsoever.
You know it, the world may know it, but does that make it true?
Nope.
"U can't touch this".
If i did, it would be assault. But i don't want to, because i have a personal bubble. Your personal bubble must have broken, because now you are forced to use signage to alert people to the fact that they are not allowed to make contact with your person.
Insanity is defined as: "Repeating the same activity over and over expecting different results".
Enjoy your life of monotony. And go shopping. Soon. But you probably own thousands of that exact same shirt. This is hopeless, to say the least.
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the logo I've seen on every average-Joe's chest! Logo's are great, and Superman is also great. But owning the same shirt as half of your local high-school's graduating class? Not so great.
And I'm in love with my boyfriend. The difference? He actually exists, doesn't spend his days in a coffin (with limited mobile phone reception, at best), and he doesn't want to drain me of my bodily fluids.
I dare say my love life is better than yours.
"Oh, you've been to New York?"
"No."
"Born in 87 then?"
"No."
"Part of an Athletic Department?"
"No."
"Is maroon your favorite color?"
"Not really."
"THEN WHY THE TEE SHIRT?!"
"It was on sale."
"Oh, okay then. That makes sense."
How long before he bought this tee shirt did he think about alerting those near him that he is a slow decision maker? What was the catalyst?
"Yo! Jimmy, you really gotta get a tee shirt with a loading bar to let people know when you're thinking, man. I can't just wait around with no knowledge of an estimated thought-process completion time."
OH YEAH? Tell that to my face! Don't insult me with your cotton threads! Be a man!
Oh? No words? You insult me with your tee shirt and then refuse to speak to me? The audacity! Clearly you're not worth my time.
Warning duly noted. Proceed to engage avoidance maneuvers.
See what i mean? Tee shirts you see every day, that really should be embarrassing to wear.
Now go, voyage into the dark recesses of your closet and dig out what silly shirts you may find there. Then, when you have found them all, do not destroy them. Nay, you now possess a most O.P weapon.
Give unto your enemies a "Tee Shirt Gift Basket", and laugh, for your days will be filled with much merriment at the sight of your foes thereafter.
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