i saw this guy today with a t-shirt that clearly stated the guy wearing it was a "professional masseuess," as if chicks who saw this would ask him for a massage. i thought about asking him for one, just to see what he would say. i also thought about posing as a licensed masseur and asking to see his credentials and giving him a hard time about fals advertising and such.
i saw a license plate border thing on a toyota celica that said "official pimp mobile." oh really? so now the pimps are riding in two door toyotas?
i saw a guy with a t-shirt that offered some kind of sexual favor in a barely witty and double entendre way, i saw a guy with a t-shirt that...ad infinitum, ad nasuem, etc etc.
do these people actully think some chick will read the shirt and fall down with legs spread wide like the grand canyon? are they trying to show their (pathetic) sense of humor? yes, i am being picky and curmudgeonny, but really, are you that much of an idiot that you think those shirts are worth your cash and worth you walking around with them? are you *really* a "Female Body Inspector"? would any female, after reading your oh so clever t shirt let you inspect her body? you are as sharp as a bowling ball, my Spencer's shopping sad sack of a human.
how about you buy your t shirts from a store other than Spencers, Abercrombie and Fitch (i need to wash my hands just for typing that accursed name, i feel so dirty), or some other frat boy clothes outlet.
oh, and by the way, paying $25.00 for a faded shirt does not, in any way, give you some kind of street cred, you pathetic wanna be band wagon jumping feeble little shallow fucktard. you are too young to have owned or ever played an Atari game or listen to the Misfits or do any of the other things your brand new but oh so faded t shirt says you have done. how about you get a life and stop trying to pretend you had someone else's life.
fucking morons. i hope they all choke on a gourmet hand crafted bagel.
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