I love the tee shirts where it looks like the wearer is a saint or do-gooder douche bag, so there’s a pre-judgment (that’s like redundant judgment). Then, if the observer comes close despite their aversion to the douche baggery, they all of a sudden find themselves within six inches of satan spawn. This, my friends, is perceptual gymnastics and not for the faint of heart. This is like jumping in the pool in winter after just slipping out of the jacuzzi. Shocker. Big time. I mean this shirt has the word “muff” on it.
