1st place in Derby #61: Movie Titles Re-Interpreted, with 1172 votes!

I was just a malchick when those flywheel sharps got radost on me shests. They fit me like we’d been shived from sistered steel. Tolchock Tolchock, once wound we’d warble warm, lubbilubbing grazhny horrorshow before the whole almighty gruppa. Me pan-handle’d go all the way to the sladky numbers, it would.

Raz? We always had raz. Raz o’skolliwoll, Raz o’rabbit, Raz o’some sammy ptitsa with a skorry rot, we were raz to the guttiwuts, droogs. Our jeezny was raz, our kelb-n-malso was raz. We’d step with mahogany canes and each sodding beat of our rubber heels would be raz. We were heroes of a starry sinny, hated by charlie and millicent, but loved by vecks and chellovecks alike. And we, my droogies, my brothers and I and the sweet little flywheel sharps, we were the arbiters of all that strack and vred and chepooka that this oddy-knocky world drinks from our chalice.

This shirt was designed by: ISO30. He meets just the very basic quality management standards but he’s working really hard to improve.

Wear this shirt: when cleaning. Citrus helps break down grease and leaves that wonderful zesty smell!

Don’t wear this shirt: when you go visit the grave of Anthony Burgess. Unless you’ve actually read another of his books as well.

This shirt tells the world: “I have a twenty-first chapter! Did you know that? It’s true!”

We call this color: Black Comedy

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