Six little cupcakes sitting in a line. Suddenly there’s only crumbs, and all that’s left is five.

Five little cupcakes, and not one cupcake more. Someone says Oh, just one bite! and we’re down to four!

Four little cupcakes… somehow still untouched? Maybe send an email out: “In the break room, after lunch!”

Three little cupcakes, plus the one remainder. The baker’s had their feelings hurt, though they’re not a complainer.

Two little cupcakes, doubled is the number. “They won’t be fresh tomorrow after you return from slumber!”

One little cupcake, is all anyone could eat. The cupcake maker’s starting to take all this personally.

No little cupcakes are coming back again. “I can’t believe you jerkfaces! I thought that we were friends!”

Wear this shirt: because it’s, like, better than yours.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you don’t want a yard full of boys.

This shirt tells the world: “It’s a t-shirt, so we have to charge!”

We call this color: We Had To Take Off The Black Paper Wrapper

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