Apart from those stupid shirts I have to wear at work, and a carefully selected handful of logo-bearing t-shirts, I generally don’t like to make myself into a walking billboard. For the Greatest Website in America? Well, for them I guess I can pimp the rockin’ t-shirt that came with today’s mail. I took a photo, but I can’t find my card reader so I’ve no way to get it onto my computer. Alas. It’s a rockin’ t-shirt.
UPDATE
Feast yo’ eyes, bitches:
