Today I am borrowing a page from Joel at Crummy Church Signs, who I trust will not get upset if I accidentally spindle, fold, or mutilate it in my excitement as I present the first, and possibly last, Crummy School Shirt post.
The article of clothing in question was given to my wife, the Hot Comma Momma, as a token of respect from certain unsavory individuals who had previously lured her away from OC headquarters and onto her Adventures in Another Country.
I am not really sure what the technical name is for a promotional souvenir of this type. I am thinking souvertisemet.1
Unfortunately, she would not model it for us, claiming to be in possession of dignity and self-respect, qualities that I have lacked a personal acquaintance with ever since I took upon myself the mantle of a humorist.2
From the first moment I saw this garment tastefully adorning the her HotMommaness, I have been subject to cackling fits of manly, testosterone-fueled laughter.
Study A Broad?
Indeed…Sign me up for extra credit.
This post is gingerly sneaking past the Hot Comma Momma to go out and play with its friends at humor-blogs.com