Whoa, that dude is like a monster Cockatoo

I’m taking control of this here party, y’all. I’m like the… the king… wait, what was that song? “Kings of the… ” Right, yeah, Brownville Station, dude. I love this dude. Brownsville Station, WHOO! High-five me, dude! Dude. High five. High-five me, dude. Dude.

Whoa, ouch, you never heard of a manicure I guess, hunh? Naw, I’m just playin’.

Alright, but that’s what I’m sayin’. That’s me, y’all, king of the party! Now hold up, hold up. I can see you dudes have been partying for a while already. You got it in full swing, I respect that. I can—now wait a minute, wait a minute. Yikes, look at you. You been gettin’ down pretty hard-core, aint’cha? Look at this dude, guys, this dude right here with the stringy hair. Check out his eyes, man. Dude, your eyes are straight-up yellow. They’re YELLOW, dude. That’s from hittin’ the hard stuff, right there, that’s what that’s from.

So I tell you what. I’m gonna look right into your crazy yellow eyes, dude, and not blink once, OK? You bet me? Ready? Whenever you’re ready, yellow-eyes. Man, look at you. You are a BIG sucker too, ain’t you?

AWWW, right there, you blinked! Y’all see that? You see that? BLINKED. I TOLD you all messed-up freaks—KING OF THE PARTY. Where my crown at?

Wear this shirt: to your next wild rumpus.

Don’t wear this shirt: under your wolf suit. A wolf suit is meant to be worn in direct contact with the skin.

This shirt tells the world: “I think I love you, but I want to know for sure.”

We call this color: Baby Blue Max

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