I'm Happy after buyingThis The Mountain Stryker Collage T Shirt
I first saw this t-shirt on Amazon and was stirred by the intricate patriotic symbolism. I wondered if anyone would understand the meaning of a bald eagle in a helmet, sitting on a motorcycle, with an American flag draped in the background.
I certainly did, so I bought it right then and there.
When I put on the shirt for the first time, I heard a jarring screech in the distance. A bald eagle burst through my roof and dropped off a new Harley chopper, complete with chrome accents and a leather jacket, with the words "E Pluribus Unum" stitched on the back. "Of many, One." My khakis then burst into flames and magically turned into jorts. Totally bad ass.
The song Final Countdown started blasting from the heavens and I lifted my head toward the sun. A winged silhouette was hurtling towards me. It was the eagle from before, and I told him "thank you for the bike," to which he replied, "eagles cant talk idiot. My name is Gunther."
The sun then exploded and Gunther disappeared into the sky. With only his voice echoing from the clouds like Mufasa in Lion King, Gunther said "Sorry I needed to poo."
"Okay," I replied.
I then flew back to my house, where I drank 50 beers and started chopping wood. The girl next door came over with some lemonade and complimented me on my jorts and pasty thighs. I slapped her and told her that "often times, brisk walking is healthier then going for a run."
I wish I had more time with Gunther that day, but every time I put on this t-shirt, I remember the important lesson that he taught me: Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
I love you Gunther.
So I wore this shirt to Costa Rica, and I don't think I was prepared for the reaction I received. The villagers there were instantly and powerfully taken by the American Nationalism that smacked their mouths. They mobbed me. I thought I was being attacked at first, but I could see the admiration in their eyes. Next thing you know they pick me up, put me on the top of this mountain and they start chanting. It was then I realized. They thought I was God.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'll tell you something... I thought I was too.
I'm a 1% club member and this tshirt is awsome very right in the bussines. Nice quality and nice job.
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ReplyDeleteI first saw this t-shirt on Amazon and was stirred by the intricate patriotic symbolism. I wondered if anyone would understand the meaning of a bald eagle in a helmet, sitting on a motorcycle, with an American flag draped in the background.
ReplyDeleteI certainly did, so I bought it right then and there.
When I put on the shirt for the first time, I heard a jarring screech in the distance. A bald eagle burst through my roof and dropped off a new Harley chopper, complete with chrome accents and a leather jacket, with the words "E Pluribus Unum" stitched on the back. "Of many, One." My khakis then burst into flames and magically turned into jorts. Totally bad ass.
The song Final Countdown started blasting from the heavens and I lifted my head toward the sun. A winged silhouette was hurtling towards me. It was the eagle from before, and I told him "thank you for the bike," to which he replied, "eagles cant talk idiot. My name is Gunther."
The sun then exploded and Gunther disappeared into the sky. With only his voice echoing from the clouds like Mufasa in Lion King, Gunther said "Sorry I needed to poo."
"Okay," I replied.
I then flew back to my house, where I drank 50 beers and started chopping wood. The girl next door came over with some lemonade and complimented me on my jorts and pasty thighs. I slapped her and told her that "often times, brisk walking is healthier then going for a run."
I wish I had more time with Gunther that day, but every time I put on this t-shirt, I remember the important lesson that he taught me: Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
I love you Gunther.
I recently wore this shirt on a plane. While walking to my seat on the plane, all the passengers knew no one was going to mess with our flight. Several of the female passengers, along with a few male ones, gave me their phone numbers and some even asked if I wanted to join the mile high club. With this shirt on, no one will mess with you or America.
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