I got this damn thing in a fabulous vintage store right in the Haight, on a recent trip to San Francisco. In college I was very diligent about perusing vintage stores for the most perfectly worn-in ironic T-shirt. Obviously I had no real adult life, so there was time for important things like T-shirt collecting.
One day, I decided I needed to refresh my drawer of used tops, and took my time inspecting every shirt in the store. When I picked this “thing” up, I had to stop and READ. What a gloriously awful message! I prayed that it fit. It did, and I proudly bought the most terrible T-shirt I have ever seen. It’s truly ironic.
What do you guys think about this shirt? Is too bad to even wear in public, or can I own it?
Heather is a contributing editor at the-gaggle. She is a Los Angeles based writer, improviser, snacker, social media mistress, and aspiring adult. Read more of her food-stained stories about growing up weird at Terrible-Twenties.com, or follow her digital alter ego @MissHezah on Twitter.
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