There was a glorious moment in time that most of you are either too young or too old to remember. When television was only three hours a night and nobody could afford one anyway. When a child was allowed to use a welding torch and power sander with no supervision, just because Dad took lead in the South Pacific. And out of this glorious Camelot of a childhood that would one day ruin a Democratic Convention, there came a single boy who did with wagons what Victor Frankenstein did with the newly dead: improved them.

This shirt was designed by: Bob In Accounting. Bob started his career as a Baby Corn Farmer raised in Waterloo, Iowa. For the past three years he has carved butter-cows for the Iowa State Fair. Bob is now on his 3rd marriage, possibly because of his habit of naming each butter-cow after his current wife. As you can probably guess, this one has also been on the rocks lately. We can’t wait for your next wedding in 2008, Bob!

Wear this shirt: when you really wish someone would ask you to make a Cyberman out of the dishwasher.

Don’t wear this shirt: to visit Doctor Octopus. He still has some childhood issues to deal with and it would only make him cry.

This shirt tells the world: “I am the Paul Atreides of the suburbs. FATHER! THE SLEEPER HAS AWAKENED EARLY ON A SATURDAY!”

We call this color: Planned Community White

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