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The shirt says I HAD POTENTIAL in white capitals, and beneath the words there is a curved ramp descending from left to right. At the top left, on the upper ledge, sits a dashed empty circle. At the bottom right, on the flat lower ledge, rests a solid white ball. That is the entire graphic. […]
A white rounded notification banner, the kind that arrives on a phone at 2:47 on a Wednesday afternoon, reads There is motion at your front door. Below it, inside a circular green-tinted frame, an orange tabby has pressed its face so close to the lens that the porch siding behind it looks like a rumor. […]
The shirt says COUSIN CREW in red and white capitals, and the letters are not subtle. Holly is tucked in somewhere near the top, snowflakes are scattered around the edges, and a Christmas ornament or two hangs off the typography like the design couldn’t decide when to stop decorating. It is a matching-family-holiday shirt, the […]
The shirt says FORCED FAMILY FUN in red and white lettering, and the words are framed by a string of festive lights. That’s the whole design. No reindeer, no snowman, no ironic “live, laugh, love” subversion. Just the phrase, the bulbs, and the implication that whoever wears it has agreed to something they did not […]
There is a white bird on a shirt, and it has been arrested. Above its head, in block letters, the words GOT TOO SILLY. The bird is goose-like, round-eyed, and dressed in an orange prison uniform. It holds a black mugshot board. The board is blank. That blankness is the whole joke, and also the […]
On a dark shirt, a large 1000 sits above POUND CLUB, with a light weightlifting graphic beneath or beside the words. That is the whole design as the garment preview shows it. No fine print, no year, no signature line, no asterisk. Just a number and a claim of belonging, printed in the plainest possible […]
The shirt says meh. Lowercase, bold, white on a dark ground, and—this is the part I keep returning to—it ends with a period. Not an exclamation point. Not a winking ellipsis. A full stop. The word itself is a shrug, but the punctuation is a closed door. I have spent a lot of time around […]