Fall Into The Logic Gap
It's all fun and games until someone points out a minor factual inaccuracy.
"Wahooooo! Look at the bird on my shirt! He's having so much fun."
"Yes. I see that. What kind of bird is it?"
"I donna. Looks like a bluebird or something. Whatever he is, he sure knows how to have FUN though."
"Is it a Western Bluebird, an Eastern Bluebird, or a Mountain Bluebird?"
"I have no idea, buddy. I don't really think that's the point --"
"--Well, Eastern Bluebirds have an orange throat, Western Bluebirds have a blue throat, and Mountain Bluebirds have no orange on them whatsoever. So…"
"So I guess it's a Western Bluebird. Are you performing some kind of ornithological Socratic method on me?"
"But which member of the Sialia genus have an orange cheek such as the one pictured in your shirt?"
"Dude. I have no idea. It's just a fun shirt."
"The answer is none. No bluebird has an orange cheek. The illustration is a fraud."
"A fraud? I think that's a bit extreme."
"And while we're at it, which deciduous tree or shrub has a vein structure like that?"
"Come on. I clearly do not know."
"None. The answer is none. Your shirt is a gross misrepresentation of reality, sir."
[Does anybody ever wonder why two people like this are friends in the first place, in this type of write up?]
Wear this shirt: in April if you live in the Southern Hemisphere.
Don't wear this shirt: if you say "autumn." In fact, begone with you altogether!
This shirt tells the world: "Radical interpretation of avian plumage patterns, bra."
We call this color: Creme de Cuckoo