Monday, February 21, 2011


I meet a lot of people when I wear this shirt. If I'm stationary long enough, like in line at the local Yarn Barn on senior's discount day or I happen to be performing one of my rare sidewalk tableaus ("The Gold Rush" being a favourite of street theater aficionados), I always notice people trying to discreetly read the panels of this action packed tee. When I catch them staring intently at my heaving pectorals I like to politely smile and tell them that the exciting conclusion can be found in my pants.

Sadly, unless it's laundry day, there's a good chance I'm speaking the truth.

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