ok. this shirt and this shirt make me wish i had the money to buy them. because i would wear the shit out of them. i would wear them as much as i wore my morrissey t-shirt my senior year in high school. (which was a lot; it seems like every picture taken of me that year i was wearing that shirt. what can i say, it's still one of my favorite shirts.) and it also reminds me how i shouldn't explain slap betting to anyone when i've had some special smoke, as was the case recently when i was at my fwb michael's place. he had to kiss me to shut me up. then after he did, i told him "you should've slapped me."
oh, and i still want this shirt. and this one. and this one. and this one. and this one.
sigh.
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