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You should buy this Tee Shirt Parisien cut from Maison Kitsuné and categorically refuse to discuss its origin or meanings with anyone. Let ‘em go Google that shit. I saw this thing on gravitypope and thought “I don’t write about t-shirts all that often”. Turns out I don’t write about t-shirts all that often because they’re a pain in the ass to write about. How many words can you squeeze out of a t-shirt? What are you supposed to say? It’s a t-shirt. It’s made of cotton. You can wear it on your upper body. It’s a t-shirt. How many words was that? Not enough? Fuck. Put your seatbelt on, dear reader: I’m about to (Tokyo) drift this post around the logic corner, over the lane marker of rationality, right into Crazy Town. Remember Crazy Town? I wish I didn’t, but I heard that awful “Butterfly” song at the gym and now I have it stuck in my head. Has hard science ever established a link between that song and spontaneous suicide? No? All the evidence is still merely anecdotal, you say? Fine. Hold on to your butts -- another (Tokyo) drift coming up. On a scale of one to family, how familiar do you think Arizona Senator John McCain is with the Fast & Furious franchise? I’m guessing he’s at about a two. Definitely not family. Probably saw Fast Five on a plane or some shit. You know who wears t-shirts? Muscle & Fitness magazine’s Man of the Century, Dwayne “The Artist Formerly Known As The Rock” Johnson. He puts a serious hurting on t-shirts. This Tee Shirt Parisien cut only comes in small, medium, and large, so The Rock is unlikely to cop, but mentioning him seems relevant nonetheless. Now that this post is all slathered in arm butter, I think we can finally bring it to a close. Hope you enjoyed this trip to Crazy Town. Come again soon -RB
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