You see how little changes make a difference. If that was on the front of the shirt or, even better, if someone converts the image to a decent quality tshirt id buy and wear it.
Thinking about it Bas would make an excellent angry bird, you fling him, and when you tap the screen again he randomly does one of 3 things: 1) sues the pigs 2) ****s on everything 3) has a tantrum Go on imagine his confused little face as a angry bird
How much do I want? One hundred of your English pounds bwahaha - what? NO! I said twelve million, I SAID TWELVE MILLION!! Oh crap.
"Very well. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanise, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking I suggest you try it."
