Day 869 of 365 Again.
Regular viewers of my photostream will realize that like my mother I have kind of a penchant for funny insulting t-shirts. The nice thing about being on vacation is that I can wear them without repercussion. They’re not really work appropriate.
One day, I will be retired from the whole technology game. I will be free of political correctness and human resources. I will own my own happy little photo studio and bar and I will be able to dress however I please. Oh if only that day could come tomorrow.
Ladies, be sure to read the shirt carefully now…
My wife told me of a shirt she saw in Philly a couple weeks ago. I really wish she’d gotten it for me, even though I’m not sure when I could have ever worn it. It said, "Fuck You, You Fuckin’ Fuck!"
Is that awesome or what?
That shirt should come in cleavage so that I can wear it.
I can’t wait to be an old man. That’s going to be so great. Sitting on the front porch, screaming "Get out of my yard, you little fuckers!," and creeping out the whole neighborhood and not caring. Man, that’s the life.
The things we pass on to our children… Who knew? 🙂
heheheh, clever
i can’t think… i am too distracted by your shirt…
Hmm: "…girls…their chest." A plural/singular problem easily solved by using the word "boobs". 8)