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*pout* I want an Elsinore shirt! (stomps shoe).

Impressive collection, sir. Why, oh why does any of this (um, except for the dried blood? dirt? really old cheese? stain on the Saints shirt. That's just gross) cause such discord? I invite Oodgie to scan the environs of Hubby's t-shirt to realize the grass ain't greener in another man's t-shirt drawer(s).


Alright, where can I get a "Kaaaaaaaaaahn!!" shirt?

Big Daddy Rob

Conversely, where can I get a 'Kiiiiirrrrrrk!!' shirt?


Everything I needed to know about fashion I learned at Goodwill.

the weirdgirl

This is great! At least, you didn't have (or show?) any Big Johnson t-shirts in your collection.

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah

I'm dying for the Rio shirt.

She don't need to understand.

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