You see, I didn't actually get anything I wanted for Christmas. Even though I'm not really christian at all I still celebrate Christmas because hell, who doesn't like presents.
So I took the money that I got and bought myself the This Is My Clone funny t-shirt. It worked out well. Since I know what I want. And other people, not so much.
They always get me stupid shit. Like bakeware and Charlie Brown retrospective compilations. Those things are cool too, once in a while, but all the time? C'mon. Get a new thought. Geez.
Do you not know me at all? Hello... I like funny t-shirts. Especially intellectually highbrow or the otherwise condescending sort.
Have we met? T-Shirts! Ones that say things I can never hope to say with my mouth without being prosecuted and or lynched.
Yea, you, I'm talking to you. Enough with the cookie sheets and Peanuts gang volume 63. T-Shirts please! And remember, make them funny. And rude. And offensive. And machine washable.