Monday, April 20, 2009

This Never Happens


My wife came home on Friday and handed me a slip of paper with a URL on it and said, "You have to buy this shirt I saw today. It's perfect for you. I asked the lady I saw wearing it where to get it, and she said you could buy it here."

When my wife tells me to order a T-shirt, I order the T-shirt:


It arrived today, in time to take with me to Boomershoot. You can get yours here.

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