Woot Shirt : One Shirt, No Shoes, No Service (SM)

The Filthy Hippies? Oh, man, they’re the best, man. I dig that whole scene. I’m way into the music, man.

What? Harold who, man? Seventy-six… wait, no, not “The Music Man.” The music, maaan. But it’s more than that, you know? It’s, like, this whole

It’s like—the whole corporate business world scene, man, is just so oppressive, you know? Like, mainstream society is just like this, like, feeding frenzy of sharks, you know? And the Filthy Hippies, they’re like: You don’t have to be a shark, man. Sharks… did you know that sharks have to keep swimming all the time or they die? That’s like a perfect symbol for the corporate life, man. Keep on pushing ahead all the time, looking for something to, like, kill and devour, never taking a minute to, like, just hang out and live or whatever, you know, man? Like, check out a coral reef, and all the, like, beautiful fish that swim around there, man. You know, without just seeing them as something to destroy and consume, you know?

Me, I’m not buying into that whole thing, man. I’m, like, constitutionally incapable of shark behavior, you know what I mean? My Dad, he’s a shark. Big-time business guy, the suit and tie, the mortgage, the whole deal, man. Me, I’m, like… I’m like a remora, right? Yeah, that’s it. A remora. I, like, hang on to my Dad for the free ride, and pick up the scraps that are left over from when he hunts down all the food.

Actually, that analogy is not so flattering, now that I think about it.

Wear this shirt: for twenty-six days straight without washing it.

Don’t wear this shirt: before you fringe and bead the hems, even if it’s only going to be a base layer under your baja.

This shirt tells the world: “Dude. DUDE.”

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