“Aw, man. I knew this chest wasn’t locked.”
Hey, hey, tin guy. Over here. In the white van. Yeah, c’mere. I here you’re lookin’ for a sweet heart. Check it, me and my buddy are tryin’ to get rid of some organs. Yeah, they put one too many on the invoice. I’ll give it to you, hundred bucks.
Wow, okay, man, you’re a real dealer! Tell you what, we got a set of lungs in here too, you can have those for the same price. And you want kidneys? I got kidneys. Let’s say… one fifty for the whole thing. I’ll even throw in these intestines we found. No, man, they’re good intestines, small and large. They resonate, you’ll be happy.
Courage? Naw, man, we don’t do conceptual stuff. Hey, you need any cables? Oh, you got those lying around? Yeah, I understand. When my old lady left me, she got all the good stuff too.
Wear this shirt: to show you’re compatible with most standard ports. Nudge nudge, wink wink.
Don’t wear this shirt: if you work for Wired. We don’t need your charity.
This shirt tells the world: “Hey, Wired guys, they were lying in the writeup, they TOTALLY need your charity.”
We call this color: If You Blow Out The Woofer Because You Didn’t Read The Wiring Diagram It Is Your Own Asphalt