Friday, August 14, 2009

Or maybe just "I have a misogynistic shirt. Ask me how!"

Waiting for the bus this morning, along with me, was a scruffy dude smoking and wearing a hoodie that said--and I wish I was making this up--"Please tell your BOOBS to stop staring at my eyes." As we waited for the bus to appear I was considering slogans for companion shirts. My favourite: "Please tell your testicles to get out of the way of my knee." First runner-up: "Please tell your offensive shirt to stop providing such an enticing target for the knife on my keychain."

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