
This tee represents an Arrested Development episode. There’s a dance for mothers and sons to promote bonding and they call in Motherboy, and the 30th annual dance is coming up, and, of course, they use the Roman numerals, XXX, to make it that much more icky. Anyways, the only reason I know this is because Wikipedia stopped blacking out — must have shoddy servers — and I was able to glean the information I needed.
Funny Relationship T Shirts

Damn! Did you hear what this I’m the Mayor of Your Mom on Foursquare T Shirt just said about your momma? I wouldn’t take that at all. If that was me I’d totally mess that shirt up, because that’s disrespectful. What are you gonna do about it?
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This here is a very fine t-shirt from Uncle Cletus. I have been on my high, political horse lately, trying to make points about things I don’t really understand. Sounding indignant. Warning of impending doom. And encouraging people to fight back against the Oligarchy and growing fascist state. Of course, I’m just sitting here wondering how many of the Commodores were gay, and eating Fritos, which is pretty much my nightly ritual.

You have pi and the square root of 2. That’s about as far as I go with my math knowledge on this one. Well, maybe I know that the square root of 2 is an irrational number, which is where the humor lies in this Love Isn’t Rational T Shirt.

Wordplay alert! Wordplay! Wordplay! It’s funny because it’s true. Algebra is always asking for the X. It’s good that this Dear Algebra Stop Asking Us to Find Your X T Shirt exists because algebra needs an intervention. Algebra is basing all his major decisions in life on the fact that his X, Lydia, is indeed coming back…that she’s just getting some space and the relationship will be back and better than ever very soon. Those looking from the outside in, know this is definitely not the case.
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I like this. I like the empty TV stand with a few random remotes strewn about, and, of course, the DVD player, or is that a DVR. Whatever, you get home sit down in your comfy chair and whammo, you have no TV. No Chopped. No CSI Bangladesh. No Laverne and Shirley 2011. Sad.
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And, so what if we’re more. So what if we’re passionate lovers. She’s lonely. Dad is always at work. Totally ignores her. She’s still got a lot of lovin’ to give, but you’ll need to remember the truth by getting this I Swear Your Mom and I Are Just Facebook Friends T Shirt. There’s all kinds of creepy going on with this tee, but the mostest is that that kid is about nine years old. That’s jailbait for mommy.
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I didn’t know that Sugar Daddy’s had to advertise, but I guess times are tough and if you can’t afford the threads that show you have the money, then the next best thing is to wear a shirt that says you have the dough. Normally, you think the come hither looks and the confident banter directed at the hottest chick (who looks expensive) in the room, along with tasteful bling, expensive clothes and casual mentions of the Porsche in the parking lot was all you really needed to do to lure in the ladies. But, maybe your portfolio got slammed in the last crash, and the real estate is in the shitter, you got laid off the 6-figure corporate gig, and now, well now you gotta do what you can to continue playing the game.

Nice way to slip in a very dirty sexual reference. Drop an iceberg in the mix and everybody becomes frigid, except those that truly dig the plea for just the tiniest little bit of sex. If you like the word/imageplay going on here, and you like to convince girls to give it up by promising just the tip. Or if you’re a girl that demands just the tip as you’re getting to know each other then this Just the Tip T Shirt is a no brainer purchase.

Last time I had absinthe fondness of heart was the last thing on my mind. I was more or less freaking out about how the world was all chunked up like a Van Gogh painting, hoping that shit would come back down to normal after too long. I couldn’t handle that naughty beverage, but then again, the psychic told me I have weak kidneys, so I probably just can’t process the stuff.







