i got this at a concert where i was stone cold sober the night before driving 6 hours to rural PA to be a counselor at a Ukrainian orthodox church camp. i stayed at my friend’s parents place in baltimore and we smoked cigs on the roof of a building near MICA afterward. i got punched in the head so hard in the pit that i threw up. this shirt is well loved, well worn, and fits nicely.
the first time i met my eccentric former neighbor of six years, The Bishop, I was wearing this shirt and was walking towards him. starting at the other end of the block he kept looking at me, stopping, doing finger guns, squatting, and saying “Yuh!” as we walked towards each other. right before we met i finally looked down and realized why he was doing that lol
Mar 14, 2025
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somebody from pennsylvania loves slipping into their zone and bought this shirt at a turnpike restop
Pretty much this is a fundraiser so i can indulge in the pleasure of liquoring up a couple of my buddies while doing Ciroc boyz. But these are drawn cool way and have cool custom tag with decorative stitching and i’m still throwing experimental bonus hats in with purchase for i don’t know how long probably just a couple more.
but seriously trust me u don’t want to be on the receiving end of this, imagine.. first sight, oh boy oh boy.. stressed, what the hell is going up? unanticipated responsibility, surely something bad will happen if allowed this individual enters their zone, and having partially read the shirt now stand morally complicit in abetting some nonspecific arbitrary dogmatic threat of the uncertain and for every second curiosity abstains.. crash, a second wave, preemptive failure,they were already in their zone, its Pennsylvania, your at least 40 miles away from the nearest state border, and before you stands the self declared inhabitor of their zone, probably visibly malnourished morbidly strapped for wit, unabashedly picking their nose, however the least unsouled, as if to sense they possessed the power to end worlds, or drop 40 on your head playing rec ball, scoring at will, and most unsettling, epochal detriment to the neurological systems, by hands, his hand in hand, beheld by fate, commands the pinch, so unnerved, your visceral recoil, renews your bid to die, by service of dysmorphic gamer hands, hanging lankily by each side of the deliriously elated chap wearing the much cooler and swag shirt that has initiated the 10 second countdown of perhaps the first fashion induced heart attack we may now potentially need to hire a lawyer about.
Jan 27, 2024
I love this band and I love this album! I have been wearing this shirt like once a week for several years. It’s faded and the collar is fraying. When I die, bury me in this shirt.
Mar 5, 2025
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oh to be moved enough by a stage presence to purchase a shirt
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