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SackWear
You know what this shirt is talking about. It’s some sort of Mentholatum rub, combined with a cheap perfume or aftershave, combined with old farts trapped in polyester trousers. Drop a little hair spray, and roll it around on the 67 year old sofa. You know they’re coming. Rather, have your friends blindfold you, spin you around and take you to the old folks home and you’ll know straight what you walked into.
Obviously, when it comes right down to being a man, this is the most important question. Who has the best taste in salsa music? And, to ramp up the stakes and show your true skill, please wear one of those old time leather helmets like Clooney wore in that horrible movie I didn’t see.
It’s dead of winter. You have cabin fever. Your lips are cracked. Your walk needs shoveling. And the forecast calls for -30 wind chill all next week. What do you do?
See this is funny because if you speak like this or even where the words on a shirt, you are basically admitting you’re a heathen, will not ascend to heaven during the second coming and will be spending some time on earth as the anti-Christ takes over during the Great Tribulation.
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20+ nuclear weapons tests on and around a little island in the Pacific. I call bullshit on that. I mean the bikini bathing suit was unveiled just prior to this mass radiation treatment. Talk about hardcore fundamental Christians wreaking the vengeance of the Lord on immodesty. Damn. I guess we’re lucky the fashion survived.
