If a picture is worth a 1000 words...

Then what’s a tee shirt worth? Last night my ole lady was like “dude, look at your freaking dresser? Get rid of some of those tee shirts!” So I start to rifle thru the things and it was like a walk down memory lane. There was the first Milo tee that Shfack gave me 10 years ago with Mexi Benny smoking a cig. That thing has seen the world, not a chance I’m getting rid of that. Then there’s the Penthouse one that I’ve mistakenly worn to many of a PTA meeting. That’s a keeper. Or the Hippie Killer one I got that is so shitty it looks like a 2 year old made it but whatever I think it was Mike D’s first venture into tee printing, anyway it has some important words on it so it stays. Of course there are the countless Bald E-Gal tees, not to mention all the brand tee’s I got. What about that new batch of modern queer fit…I mean slim fit tees? Those should be the first to go. I don’t know how I got convinced that these things are comfortable. In the end, it was a randumb picking of 30 or so brand new tee’s that will end up on the 50cent rack at Value Village cause I’m to stupid to let go of all the memories in those crappy old screen printed pieces of cotton.