Mr. To You
I received the shirt by mail, and when I stuck my hand in the mailbox, there was this tingle of electricity. I was like oh shit, I got something here. I opened the bag and the smell of pure testosterone and power filled the air. So I put the bag with the shirt still in it, up to my face and huffed that shit like a glue head. It was pure power and magic from the ancients. So I take the shirt out of the bag, and I felt the quality of the material. This was not your ordinary Walmart quality T-Shirt. This shirt had to have been made from a secret process that was lost in time. I put the shirt on and the fit was perfect. Not your ordinary perfect, but the kind of perfect that only comes from a master T-Shirt maker. Then the tingling started again, and I knew I could not contain this kind of power, so I put on my Levis and my biker boots, and went to the bar to shoot some pool. When I walked into the bar, they guys couldn't look me in the eye's without admitting they were inferior to me. The women fell at my feet like they were slain by a Templar on a crusade. I don't know if all the shirts are like this, but it wouldn't hurt to try and find out.
Reviewed by: Richard Johnson from Sikeston, MO.