I dunno about you, time-wasters, but it seems to me that the novelty T-shirt has really taken root in the fertile soil that is America's yooth kultchur. Also, spelling things funny, but that's another post altogether.
Actually, spelling things weird is just something I like to do. And every time I decide I like something, it immediately becomes uncool for anybody else to like it. This does not have me too worried. It's a form of messing with society, and I like that too. Y'hear that, trendsetters? Paul "FooDaddy" Brand likes to mess with society! You all can back off and leave that stuff to me, okay? Message ends.
Where was I? Oh, right. T-shirts. Sites selling shirts with pictures of moose on them for no reason, or ones printed with random fortune cookieisms like "He Who Operates the Doorknob, Controls Destiny" seem to be popping up all over the place. At least it seems that way to me, but I've been known to completely miss things until they surround me. If I'm not paying attention, I could wander into a herd of moose and not notice until one of them ate my hat. "Where the heck did all these moose come from?" I'd ask any other person who happened to be in the herd with me. "This is a horrible analogy!" they'd shout back.
They'd be right, I guess.
So I figure, why not get in on it myself? Not only are there entire Web sites dedicated to "hilarious" T-shirts, but there are a whole host of sites that offer you the opportunity to make your own. I have a couple already. One of them, as mentioned earlier, features the Blog of Stupid's The Old Man quoting "I've had enough of this dill puckery!" and has the Blog's URL on the back. Neat, huh? Merchandised! Now the Blog really does deserve to begin with a capital "B".
As soon as I figure out how to get them to show up as "buyable," I'll offer you loyal time-wasters a selection of FooDaddy's FooProducts through one of those sites. Seriously. It'll be fun, and if anybody who isn't a friend or family member actually stoops to buying something, I'll be so happy I'll probably post about it. I can hear your cheers right through my mouse pointer, they're so enthusiastic.
Sounds like moose...