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MeanBoy Tees
Meanboy was created a long time ago when an off the wall comment made to me by an ass clown of a teacher who did not know me. The teacher assumed that I was a trouble maker in class because she thought I came to class mad all the time. What she didn't know was that my step-dad could not hold a job for long. He use to get a new job, in a new city, every two to three years. When I went to school it was always me against the local townie toughs; who seemed to gravitate to me in every school. So every single day I had to develop an don't mess with me look (mean mug) that stayed with me even when my guard was down because at that point it became involuntary.
So early in middle school I was labeled the mean boy in school. As a result the teacher tried to fail me in her Speech class which was more prone to interpretation and instead of concrete knowledge. I would give a speech and it was not persuasive enough, I would read my current events essays and it was not thought provoking enough, I would give a speech project it wasn't up to her expectation. Little did she know I was a straight A student but my parents waited to the end of the quarter to talk with her explaining such; so I finished one of the most easiest courses with a C. I knew then life really wasn't fair, because that whole quarter I was being whipped and punished for nothing.
Meanboy was created a long time ago when an off the wall comment made to me by an ass clown of a teacher who did not know me. The teacher assumed that I was a trouble maker in class because she thought I came to class mad all the time. What she didn't know was that my step-dad could not hold a job for long. He use to get a new job, in a new city, every two to three years. When I went to school it was always me against the local townie toughs; who seemed to gravitate to me in every school. So every single day I had to develop an don't mess with me look (mean mug) that stayed with me even when my guard was down because at that point it became involuntary.
So early in middle school I was labeled the mean boy in school. As a result the teacher tried to fail me in her Speech class which was more prone to interpretation and instead of concrete knowledge. I would give a speech and it was not persuasive enough, I would read my current events essays and it was not thought provoking enough, I would give a speech project it wasn't up to her expectation. Little did she know I was a straight A student but my parents waited to the end of the quarter to talk with her explaining such; so I finished one of the most easiest courses with a C. I knew then life really wasn't fair, because that whole quarter I was being whipped and punished for nothing.
Now that is exactly how I feel about the t-shirt buying nation. These t-shirt profiteers have beaten and punished you for nothing! They sell you lame-duck, unoriginal, Walmart mass-marketed, loathsome, hideous, gangrene giving, vomit-provoking tees all across the world. My company mission is to provide you with the funniest T-shirt transcending all nationalities and racial barriers. Every funny thing about people, cultures, and ideas, I plan to exploit with a dual message, remark, or stereotype. After living many places, seeing and hearing what I experienced, prepare for some funny new tees. Oh by the way that is my son in the header and he needs a new pair shoes!
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