The Die Is All-Star Of Thousands
The rich tapestry of the future. Much like 2001 or Debbie Does
Dallas, it all begins with a bone. A bone of destiny, a bone of power,
a bone that grants the user the power to reshape the universe however
he or she wants, just this once.
But what if you make a
mistake? What if you wish for a fancy car and then the money comes from
your grandmother’s will? What if that cheerleader turns out to be a
dude? Or that dude turns out to be a cheerleader? Or the dude you
thought was a cheerleader that was secretly a dude turns out to be just
a cheerleader pretending to be a dude that is secretly a cheerleader?
Yeah, secret wishes can get really complex in this post-internet age.
If
only there was some way to go back and change that before it even
started. A way to heal the crack of destiny and try again, or even
better, just take a different path entirely. If only that cast could be
applied by some sort of doctor, a doctor known for healing time, a
doctor known for making it better when it breaks, a doctor who… hang on
a second, I got this great idea for a TV show.
This shirt was designed by: Luke Wisner. If you’d like to learn more about Luke Wisner, visit your local library. Remember, according to FBI Director Williams S. Sessions, Wisners don’t use drugs!
Wear this shirt:
to Thanksgiving dinner, in order to make it clear that you are prepared
for a do-over. Maybe you can slap the gravy with a fork and whoever
gets the most on their face is the winner. Maybe you can see who can
make a bigger stack of peas in twenty seconds. Maybe whoever gets the
last bit of fruit in the Waldorf salad. Always room in the world for a
new way to get wishes.
Don’t wear this shirt:
and think about how it itches underneath. A deep itching. An itching
like you’ve never felt before. Like a million ants, walking, slowly,
single file, spread out from left to right, each step slow and
calculated, moving in ceaseless waves from wrist to elbow. Don’t think
about any of that.
This shirt tells the world: “Not so fast, Mr. Beggar, that horse isn’t ready to ride just yet.”
We call this color: Royal Pain In The Arm
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