I would like to let you guys know, I deeply regret not taking my camera phone with me that day. If I happen to go to WalMart before the T-Shirt is taken off display, I will upload a picture of it.
Anyways, the message on the shirt went like this:
"You'll never believe how many people
for no reason at all, without even
being asked, or promised some kind of
reward or compensation, voluntarily
just waste so much of there time,
trudging through a long pointless
paragraph on a shirt. But I guess you'd
have to believe it, since you just did."
"JUST SAYING"
Can you see it? The thing that would likely cause my former English teacher to pass into a dead faint?
If you can't, here's a hint: It's there.
It's sad that even the designing companies can't spell 'there'. Or perhaps it was the manufacturing companies. No wonder Mr. Tagg was so adamant on making us learn which "there, their, they're" we are supposed to use for the CAHSEE. Because that t-shirt is sad. Just sad.
Not to mention there was a butt-ugly clown smoking a cigar on the tee next to the typo'd one. A very nice combination.
So that is all for now and if anything else strikes me of interest, or if I manage to snap a picture of the shirt, you'll hear from me again.
May you have good fortune not to stumble on a mass produced typo'd tee!
