Yesterday I wore one of your shirts to get my wisdom teeth out, and one of the nurses was a heavy, older lady with bright pink lipstick (think that one great aunt that your mom always made you hug even though neither of you liked her), and I'm waiting for the anesthesia to kick in and she starts reading the shirt out loud, like "The world is a beautiful place and I am...oh. oh." Her sheer horror made me laugh hysterically and was able to stop an anxiety attack, so thanks, yo.
you are welcome. can i have you teeth and pain meds?
everything about this is right