Day 285
I am a sucker for stupid t-shirts.
You know the ones … the ones that have quirky or pithy sayings on them. The shirts with the pi symbol on it made of all pumpkins (pumpkin pi) or in the same vein, a pi symbol with eight tentacles coming off of it (octo-pi) or the one emblazoned with Avon Calling with a picture of Shakespeare wearing lipstick.
The problem is I don’t wear t-shirts (pithy or not) so, my dad has been the patient recipient of said apparel over the years.
He’s corny and I figure it’ll get him a laugh from the guys at the fitness center when he wears the shirts to work out. But he now has more goofy t-shirts than he knows what to do with. So, I think he’s done (meaning, sadly, I am also) with the slogan shirts.
Too bad because this week, while flipping through a few catalogs, I found some good ones …
History buff … I’d find you more interesting if you were dead.
Back in my day we had 9 planets.
There. Their. They’re not the same.
The Hokey Pokey Clinic – a place to turn yourself around.
Irony – the opposite of wrinkly.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it into a fruit salad.
Listen and Silent … have the same letters. Coincidence?
Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
I love animals. They taste great.
Where there’s a will – I want to be in it.
Visualize Whirled Peas.
I before E except after C … weird.
If life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.
Bomb squad … if you see me running – keep up!
And my favorite:
Let’s Eat Grandpa. Let’s Eat, Grandpa. (Commas save lives!)
In any case – I don’t know why I get such a kick out of these stupid shirts, but I do. If it’s a “good one” it elicits a smirk … if it’s a “great one” I laugh out loud. I figure, as bad as they are, nothing can be really all bad if it gets a good laugh.
I know my days of getting these type of t-shirts are behind me … unless I see one that I just can’t resist. But in helping to not overload his gym bag or shirt drawer I might just have to switch my obsession to bumper stickers. Sorry Dad.