The Angels Wept
When you grow up, your heart dies. And you stop wearing shirts like this.
Adult life sucks. Responsibilities and alarm clocks and expectations and tax audits and insurance premiums and Eric Clapton CDs: is this what I survived all those terrible teenage decisions for?
Screw it. Rip open that pale blue button-down shirt with the white collar - and yeah, what is that about, anyway? - and let your freak shirt fly. No matter what your birth certificate says, you'll never grow up, never let your heart die, and most importantly to our accountants, never stop wearing graphic tees with punning pop-culture mashups.