I was at a tax place today so my buddy could drop his W-2 off and I'd get a $10 discount, and the lady behind the desk reads my shirt and offers me $14. The shirt was black and had a long ass list of ways to please a woman, and a list of 3 things to please a man (show up naked, bring food, don't block the t.v.). It also had a couple white stains at the bottom from my deoderant, and some fresh blood that she couldn't see. I took the money and borrowed my buddy's jacket until I got back to the barracks. Ironically enough, I bought the shirt in Las Vegas exactly 1 year ago. Wierd.