ALWAYS READ THE T-SHIRT.
Here’s a good life lesson for you, always read the t-shirt you are buying.
Even if it’s 10 o’clock at night, it’s right before vacation and you are panic shopping because the husband doesn’t have any sleeveless tees.
Even if you just grab the first set of two and run to the counter with them.
Even if you just want to get the hell out of that store and get to sleep.
Always, and I mean always my friends, read the freaking shirt.
Or else you go on vacation with a lovely white-trash sleeveless shirt and your husband comes over from the cabin and:
Mike: “Do you realize what this shirt says?”
Me: “Dude I am reading a book for this first time this summer, I don’t care.”
Mike: : “Did you read it before you bought it? Your son read it out loud it to me 2 seconds ago.”
Me: *sighing in irritation at being bothered* “Fine, I’ll read your…mother of god he READ THAT? Tell me he doesn’t understand it.”
There went my parent of the year trophy.
I’d like to thank the folks at Walmart for making such fantastically sexist t-shirts.
I can’t decide if I should give it away (but then someone else will help perpetuate this stupid sexist attitude).
Ideas on re-purposing it? Brand new, worn once and thankfully among friends.