"Saw the story of your life on your blog. This shirt is the story of my life. Much more concise"
Kyle, I miss you. You soulless ginger. Your $5 check for royalties is in the mail and the envelope is addressed to "WE HIT HARD c/o THE MASTERPIECE."
Just to share a story about Kyle. The Saturday night of Halloween, 2005, Kyle decided that "nobody dresses up like a ghost anymore" so he bought a white sheet and cut holes out for the eyes and the mouth. Unfortunately, Kyle is stupid and bought a twin fitted sheet that poorly that fit his 6'2"-ish frame. Later in the night, we made friends with a man on the street who told us about the love of his life and her restraining order against him. The man attempted to maintain eye contact with the ghost the entire time. He failed and we laughed. Kyle probably passed out after four beers. The end.
Love,
Theresa (Fat)
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