Surprise, Surprise! Brett Favre's in Minnesota. Shirt Be With You sympathizes with all ye Cheeseheads out there. After all, while we think the Great White North is a Wondeful State , in our heart of hearts, we can't help but side with a state known for Cheese, Beer, Cured Meats, Laverne & Shirley and Beer.

Allegedly the terms of Mr. Favre's contract was simple: Thirty Pieces of Silver. To comemorate this wilful act of betrayl, Shirt Be With You is proud to announce two new designs just in time for football season:

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Happy 20th of August,

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Every Dog Will Have His Day

Well, a lot sure has happened since Shirt Be With You took our summer vacation to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity ("Volunteer" means sit out on the deck and "Habitat for Humanity" means drink some tasty summer brews")....

• Billy Mays did a bump of coke, bumped his head and left us.


• The most infamous Pedophile since John Paul II left us as well.


• Old white people who already have government run-health care are bitching and screaming about plans for government run-health care.


• Big Papi joined Manny Ramirez in the Tainted Red Sox Hall of Fame.


• A Quarterback got PAID.


• Bill Clinton overshadowed Hillary Clinton, Again

But the biggest story this morning is that the Don King of Dog Fighting has found a new home! Yep, Michael Vick, fresh out of the Leavenworth Hilton is the newest member of the Philadelphia Eagles. Shirt Be With You belives strongly in second chances (and 3rd, 4th, etc...), but we also believe that dogs tend to say much more intelligent things than human beings do, so we're proud to feature this dog t-shirt and this dog bowl - both available in sizes for all canines - so dogs across America can speak their minds.

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5 Star Hangover

Iran fixed their elections. Nobody would have suspected that. What's even more shocking is that we have a Hangover. So we've been inspired to make some Hangover related merchandise. We think Fat Jesus would be proud. Speaking of Jesus, rumor has it even he's sick of those miserable Jon and Kate losers.

Enjoy:

Hydrate Thyselves!

Greetings Members of the Shirt Be With You Universe, it's been a while.

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Awfully Delightful 90's: 15-11

Getting there, getting there...

15. Semi-Charmed Life (Third Eye Blind). The third (but not final) song to appear in the ultimate 1990's Comedy (American Pie) and when I really think about, probably the prototypical 90's band name. Three monosyllabic words with a teenage perverted undertone. While the song stays true to the trend of whining about how bad/boring your life sucks, it also has a shallow hint of heroin usage- possibly THE drug du jor of the decade for everyone who wasn't hanging out at the Limelight or the Tunnel.

14. Runaway Train (Soul Assylum). I'd have to study the charts, but this might be the original bubble-grunge song. (Like the genre I just created?). Borrowing from the late 1980's (think Fly High Michelle, The Ballad of Jayne or Fly to the Angels), Train is not about the artists sucky drug infested life, but that of somebody near and dear to him. A lost art, really. But everything else fits the mold, and this awful masterpiece was the Jackie Robinson of the Upbeat and Depressing (yes, I'm aware those are polar opposite emotions).

13. Mmmmm, Mmmmm (Crash Test Dummies). Make no mistake: Of the 50 songs on my list, this is CLEARLY the most awful. A 100% pointles song, it tells fables with no real moral to the story about a kid who got in an accident, a family that spazzed the F out in church, and a girl who had a lot of birthmarks. You really can't make this stuff up. However, it's just catchy and stupid enough to bring a modecum of delight to this listener, and coupled with it's high Awful score, it cracks the top 15.

12. Good Riddance/Time of Your Life (Green Day). I'm so happy that I graduated high school two years before this song came out, cause there's no way that Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" would have beat out this Made-For-Prom-Tune in a million years. Instead I got to dance so close, dance so slow, swear I'd never let you go with my future wife. I haven't been to many proms lately, but I'm going to go on the assumption that this pretty much broke Wonderful Tonight's record for most proms ended. Now, I like Green Day, like them a lot. Dookie was the pefect album for a 17 year old just waking up to the world in 1994, and American Idiot was the perfect, absolutely ultimate capsule of La Resistance during the Bush Error to those oh-so-few-of-us who could see beyond the basic platitudes of "Terra". But in all fairness, this song is hysterically bad. Just bad enough that it made our wedding playlist and our table-gift CD.

11. It Was A Good Day (Ice Cube). I have a fundamental issue with this song. I understand how no barking from the dog and no smog would quantify a great morning and all. But Mama made a breakfast with no hog? That's good? For the same person who hits Fat Burger at 2 AM? Also, while playing basketball last week, Ice Cube fucked around and got a triple double? WHO THE HELL COUNTS THEIR ASSISTS ON THE PLAYGROUND? Or rebounds and points for that matter. Aint' that type of selfish play gonna get you in some pretty deep trouble in South Central LA? All in all, I'm glad Mr. Cube finally, at age 24 got with that girl he was trying to make love to since the 12th grade. And doubly glad that it's considered ironic when one person has the beer and the other's god weed.

Awfully Delightful 90s: 20 - 16

Back from the Coma, same ground rules apply:
1. Song must be awful
2. Song must be delightful
3. Song must be on my iPod

#20. My Own Worst Enemy (Lit) Can We Forget About the Things I Said When I Was Drunk. Amen brother, Amen. If the 90s taught us anything, it's that there is a severe lack of personal accountability in America, and it only got worse. But still, accountability aside, who hasn't said or done something while having a cocktail or thirteen that they eventually regretted? We've all walked a mile in those shoes. So why not forget about them? Personally, a big pet peeve of mine, one that rivals Dick Cheney, is people I like to call "I Know What You Did Last Nighters". I mean, can we wait for the Alka-Seltzer to kick in before we go through the littany of last night's offenses? The sick and twisted joy that people get out of this torturous tactic is disturbing.

#19. Ruff Riders Anthem (DMX) If anything was going to give Nate Dogg and the G-Child a run for their money as the official "Gangsta Rap Song That White People Ate Up Like Candy" it's this fine diddy from DMX. Of course, the difference between the two was I was in High School for Regulate and College for Riders, so I naturally view Riders with more skepticism and don't want to admit how cliche I was, hence Regulate doesn't qualify for the list. Mind your business lady!

#18. Yellow Ledbetter (Pearl Jam). If only for what might be THE GREATEST AND MOST CREATIVE YOUTUBE CLIP EVER. I can't do this anymore justification than what's already been done...



#17. The Sweater Song (Weezer). Recently it dawned on me: Weezer. is. not. that. good. period. It took me a few albums. Heck, it took me over a decade. I think more than any other (successful) band of the 1990s, they fit the image of the pretentious, smug, holier-than-and-smarter-than-thou-garage-band that thinks they're being clever with the use of simple metaphors and simple facades. I'm on to you Weezer! And this lovely ballad is the cream of their crop. Let's use the image of a person unravelling knit clothing to expose the meek and lonely boy who has no spiritual fulfillment in his life. The only thing missing from the song is a violin.

#16. Stay (Lisa Loeb) Just a clear and precise delightfully awful song. There's two types of people in the world: The people who will admit that they love this song, and the people who lie about it. And let's give it up for the original Liz Lemon. The woman who made "nerdy" hot. Without her, there's no Tina Fey and there's no whoever that gal is on those VH1 I-Love-This-Decade shows that looks like Lisa Loeb but isn't.

Awfully Delightful 90's: Songs 30 - 21

#30 Gangsta's Paradise (Coolio). Possible THE Definitive Popular 1990's rap song. Stop me if you've heard this once or a hundred times before: Gangsta in his young 20's gets all philosophical about his old age and how his days are numbered. For some reason we were expected to take Coolio seriously and forget that he debuted with "Fantastic Voyage". But of course, this is most associated with the film "Dangerous Minds" which inspired millions of white kids to go to college and become teachers so they could save the troubled inner city youth. Except somewhere along the way, they decided they'd be much better served cajoling their way into a higher paying suburban job instead.



#29 Closer (Nine Inch Nails). And this ladies and gentlemen, is when we finally decided to bury innuendo altogether. What started almost a half-century earlier with "Wake Up Little Susie"evolved into "I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal".



#28 Sex And Candy (Marcy Playground) They don't get more generically 90's than this tune. Let's sing about being alone and lost in contemplation. Let's be as repetitive as possible. And let's use adjectives like "disco" to show how cool we are. When this came out I absolutely could not stand it, you couldn't go anywhere without hearing it. But much like "Jesse's Girl", the stock in it's camp value has skyrocketed.



#27. Good (Better Than Ezra). Catchy. Simple. Generic. Nothing special. But I have my reasons. Primarily the line "Maybe we'll see on the 4th of July". Where I'm from, the 4th of July is a big deal. And by big deal, I mean, the entire town is one massive shitstorm. I think I had a stretch from 1996 - 2002 where every single 4th of July I really, really, really pissed off my then-girlfriend/then-fiance/now-wife. Yup, our entire relationship from high school sweethearts to old and boring married couple. There was one calendar day where you could being bank on me droppin' the mustard. And every time this song came on the radio it was quite the reminder that despite this warm and cuddly demeanor, I could be quite the asshole.



#26. The Humpty Dance (Digital Underground). Now we're talking. There was a stretch between 1991 and 1995 where I couldn't go into the john at a Burger King without thinking about this song. So bad it's good. This song was released at just the right time. If this came out 5 years later, it'd have gotten the "Eminem Treatement" and you'd have Weight Watchers Fascists protesting the line "Yo Fat Girl, Come'ere are ya tickilish" and M.A.D.D. protesting the claim that one would drink a bottle of Hennessey.



#25. Smooth (Carlos Santana with Rob Thomas). I love me some Carlos Santana. In fact, if I had an iPod for the entire decade, Santana would probably rank in the top 20 of artists I played the most. But somewhere along the line, he found you-know-who and like so many others who find the same dude, his career pretty much bit the big one. So what do you do to get back on track? You find yourself the singer of a popular boy-band and create a hit single. I was working in a day camp for rich kids during the summers of 98 and 99, and after a long day I'd stop in to Company B's, a local bar, for a pint of Beck's on more occasions than I'd like to admit. There was a stretch that year (not sure which one) where I couldn't be there for more than 10 minutes without hearing this song. Still pompous enough to criticize it's pop-ness at the time, I now admit that yeah, I kinda do like it.

#24. All-Star (Smashmouth). So unbelievably bad that you just gotta tip your cap to it. One of the beauties of capitalism is the sheer joy you can get by watching someone blatantly sellout. It's as if a couple of meat heads got together and said "Hey, let's write a song with a chorus custom-built for sporting events and commercials for sporting equipment!"

#23. 3:00 AM (Matchbox 20). And Rob Thomas rears his ugly head once again. There might not be a more over-the-top song in the 90's as far as vocals are concerned. But that's not the kicker. No. It turns out the inspiration for this song was a young Bobby Thomas' anger over the fact that his mother, after beating cancer, would go out and celebrate in bars. Walk a mile in the shoes pal. If you stare death in the face and walk away victorious the first thing you should wanna do is live it up. Carpe Diem asshole!

#22. Killing Me Softly (the Fugees). It's ok that Lauren Hill hates white people. I've grown to hate them as well. At least the ones who love humus and/or Toby Keith (yeah, very, very broad range). But there's something to be said about how awfully delightful this remake is. It's basically sounds exactly the same as Roberta Flack's original, save for a few spoken lines by Wycleff Jean. And people ate this the F up! This song was everywhere. I remember the winter of 07, I was in London with school for a couple of weeks, this was on every single damn jukebox of every damn pub. (So was Glenn Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy, so make of that what you will). If I'm Roberta Flack, I'm thankful for the residuals, but pretty damn pissed that I was so blatantly copied. No original twist at all. If I sat at my desk and retyped The DaVinci code, do you think it could sell it as my own?

#21. Jump Around (House of Pain). Shout out for the Irish. And another Shout-Out for a music video that has a "Freddy Sez" sighting in it. But let's not pretend that this is even remotely a "good" song. As noted one of my biggest pet peeves with lyrics is rhyming for the sake of rhyming and Jump Around takes the cake in that department. However, I can't deny the fact that this was the one and only song that I was able to successfully dance to in my entire life. For aiding the rhythmically challenged, I salute thee, Oh House of Pain.

Awfully Delightful 90's: Songs 40 - 31

And it continues...

#40 The Freshman (The Verve Pipe). Sorry. While many would consider the subject matter to be serious, and sure, it is, when you're so unsubtle about it while trying to be subtle, it just becomes outright laughable. "Now I'm guilt stricken, Sobbing with my head on the floor. Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice" I mean really. Could you be more obvious if you wrote "Dropped her off at Planned Parenthood?" But sticking with the trend of the "How Does That Make You Feel Decade", one must try too hard to get an emotion across in song. Politically incorrect side note: Abortion has got to be the best word EVER to say in a South Boston accent.

#39 Shine (Collective Soul). When you think about it, there really aren't many lyrics to this song, and the most memorable one is when the guitar winds down for a second and someone screams "Yeah". Pretty much sums up mid-90s rock to a tee. Collective Soul is one of only two artists (I could be wrong) with multiple appearances on the countdown. No wonder I've spent way too much money on the iTunes Essential 90's One Hit Wonders

#38 Last Kiss (Pearl Jam). Sure it's a remake. And sure, Pearl Jam is arguably the best band of the decade. But of all the songs to remake they chose this one? 90's cheese got nothin' on early 60's cheese. Especially a cheesy tune with such ridiculous lyrics. Premise is: Teenage boy loses his high school sweetie when he suddenly realizes the car in front of him is stalled (He was probably getting a handy). He swerves to avoid the car, collision ensues, wakes up and while he's alright, the girlfriend is dying. And his daddy's car is wrecked. So now he's making the assumption that the gf is in heaven so he must lead a good life so he can be reunited with her. For starters, when using the moral code of the 1950s, if she was in fact giving him a handjob, she's not in heaven. And even if she was, if this guy lives a long life, taking him to oh, 85 years, who's to say she didn't find a piece of heaven ass to spend eternity with? Maybe some strapping young knight from the Crusades who met his maker at a similar age to her? And was he going to live a life of solitude for the remainder of his earthly existence? If he marries, does he ditch his eventual wife in the afterlife for his prom date that he hasn't seen in nearly 70 years? I have a lot of fundamental disputes with this song.

#37: Only Wanna Be With You (Hootie & The Blowfish). Let me start by saying, in the 1990s, the two entities I probably despised most were Hootie and Rudy Giuliani. I think frontman Darius Rucker was basically the musical version of Colin Powell: A black man that white people would point to and say "I'm not prejudiced, I like _________" (Wayne Brady would later join this club). So why even consider this song and if I disdain them so? The primary reason is it's an homage to probably one of the 5 greatest albums of all time, Dylan's "Blood on the Tracks". I didn't realize it back then because it was nothing more than mere background music playing in public places when I dared venture from campus. But the lyrics cite both "Idiot Wind" and "Tangled Up in Blue" - which I take as an admission of "I suck and cant write good material so let me borrow from the best". Which is A-OK in my book.

#36: Torn (Natalie Imbruglia). Only recently did someone point out to me that this was NOT the theme song to Dawson's Creek. Oh well, was too masculine and too intoxicated to watch that show anyway back in the day. Really, this isn't a good song in the least, but there's one line that just befuddles me and, yeah, provides some interesting imagery: "I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor". I gotta admit, I don't get what being naked has to do with it? Alright, you got dicked over by a guy who didn't turn out who you expected him to be. It happens. But most people don't strip down to their birthday suit before going into a K-Hole of depression. Or did she just happen to be naked when Mr. Wrong called and shattered her life? Maybe en route to the shower? If so, is that really a detail you need to share?

#35: I Touch Myself (The Divynls). Gotta show the early 90s some love. Combined with Color Me Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up" - this is where we finally stopped beating around the bush: Jerry Falwell and Pope John Paul the Enabler be damned - Human beings have basic animal instincts and there's nothing wrong with that. Half a decade later, Trent Reznor would expand on the notion.

#34: Mutt (Blink 182). Another song featured in American Pie - this song actually gets some credit for calling out the mentality of the late 90's Meat Heads. Pretty much the types of people featured in "My New Haircut". And did I mention it was in American Pie?

#33: Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Ol' Dirty Bastard). This is some quintessential mid-90s rap right here. Simple premise, count how many different ways you can stress the last word of the sentence: "Oooo Baby I like it Raw". And as per usual, teenage white kids ate it up like candy. Present company included. Heck, I even had the cassette single.


#32: Inside Out (Eve 6) - This is pretty close to hitting on all of the required criteria for a successful 90's radio hit, especially more so since it's one giant tribute to self-doubt. Find nothing but faith in nothing. Clever, gents. And full of substance. I don't think you could get a record deal after 1995 unless you considered yourself a lost cause, or had been hospitalized with suicidal tendencies. Now, I'm not one to blame everything on public education, but I do remember clearly having to read "Catcher in the Rye" and "The Stranger" in a 2 year span of High School, during what's considered to be an important psychological stage of development. But there I go getting all ninetiesish and looking for underlying factors. All I can say is those poor souls who didn't know how to cope with life in the late 1990s must find themselves in dire straits these days.

#31: What's Up? (Four Non-Blondes) - Alright, we're finally getting closer to the root cause of all that is evil in the world. Who is the culprit that is depriving humankind of their self esteem? Who makes it impossible to get out of bed in the morning? Why, just ask these lovely ladies from San Francisco: Men. Yep. Finally. As I'm going through this list, I'm getting quite worried for the well being of all these despondent and lost musicians, I mean, to go through life like that is just so tragic. But now we know: The Brotherhood of Man is controlling the universe. This wouldn't be a comprehensive 90's Countdown without some good old fashioned man-hate rock.


You're still saying "A-baaww-shun" in a Boston accent, aren't you?

Awfully Delightful 90's: Songs 50 - 41

Let's get this party started! Per the rules mentioned Friday - to qualify for the countdown, a song must be both AWFUL and DELIGHTFUL at the same time, so many songs have been disqualified that would pop up in other rankings, countdowns or in your own opinion.

One other disclaimer: I've limited this to songs within my own 47 Gigs. Made research a hell of a lot easier. Even if it means publicly owning up to having these songs on Reggie (my iPod - named after Reggie Wayne because I purchased it with some Fantasy Football winnings and let's face it, I can't name an iPod after Donovan McNabb.

But first, a moment of silence to those just missing the cut:
How's It Gonna Be (Third Eye Blind)
Save Tonight (Eagle Eye Cherry)
Barbie Girl (Aqua)
Disarm (Smashing Pumpkins)
Everything By Boyz II Men
Lump (Presidents of the United States of America)
Sexual (Amber)
My Name Is (Eminem)
Lightning Crashes (Live)

Now on to business:
#50: What It's Like (Everlast): You gotta give it up for a song that describes a homeless man as being "full of mange" - a term normally reserved for shelter dogs - but does so in a sympathetic way. Furthermore, the basic premise of this song is "Be grateful your not homeless". OK then. I'm aware, and thankful that I have a roof over my head. But I must ask, Mr. Everlast - what bolt of lightning struck you from your donkey? When we last heard from you, you were Vanilla Icin' it for House of Pain telling me to Jump Around and warning me not to eat pigs because a pig is a cop. I guess being Irish and having a record deal means you must devote your life to the poor.

#49: You Wanted More (Tonic): Who the hell names their band after a mixer? Did some aspiring group already have a copyright on Cranberry Juice? Apparently someone in the band shoplifted a book of love poetry from Barnes and Noble and added their own sophomoric chorus to the mix and the result was a feature spot on an Awfully Delightful Soundtrack. "Love is color, Love is love, Love is never saying you're too proud. Love is trusting, Love is honest, Love is not a hand that holds you down." Love is Love. Deep man. Freakin DEEP! I'd really like to hear Mr. Tonic's wedding vows. "I want you to be my wife. Because a wife is a wife." And yes, this only qualifies as delightful because it reminds me of American Pie. The greatest comedy of the decade.

#48: Take a Picture (Filter): Awake on my airplane, Awake on my airplane. The essential 1990's Pop Song: static voice, shrill guitar, repetitive lyrics and piss-poor symbolism. Very few songs were able to accomplish the "Grand Slam" like this one-hit-wonder did. Bonus points for using overly-90s terms like Sanctity and Hypocrisy. And assuming that they rhyme because they both end in "y". And they even kick their cliche into overdrive by blatantly blaring out their angst at their old man at the end of the song. I've always thought that the unofficial motto of the 1990s was "And How Does That Make You Feel?". And these guys feel inadequate, and they want you to know. Kudos.

#47: Man, I Feel Like a Woman (Shania Twain). Some prefer the original version of this song, "All I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fun" by Sheryl Crow. But not me.

#46: Why Don't You Get a Job? (The Offspring). Yeah, all it takes sometimes to get me to like a song is lines like "I hate that bitch" or "I hate that dick". This comes pretty close to touching on all of the markers for an essential 90s song, only missing the pretentious lyrics. But more importantly, it reminds me of a time where one could in fact get a job. Oh how far we've fallen.

#45: Genie In a Bottle (Christina Aguilera). I am so happy that, in 1999, I was not able to bet heavily on "Christina versus Brittney: Who Becomes The Trainwreck?." Cause I'd have bet every last penny on the Diirrrty Christina. I could have sworn soft-core porn was in her future and her achievement ceiling was basically going to be that of Samantha Foxx. And yes, I'm to ashamed to wiki Christina's age to find out how old she was in 1999. But come on, you can't escape the innuendo in "Gotta rub me the right way". That alone is the qualifier. Or, at least that's what I'm telling myself to justify admitting that I own this song.

#44: December (Collective Soul). Why drink the water from my hand? Contagious as you think I am. Just tilt my sun towards your domain. Your cup runneth over again. Wow. I think we have a winner for the definitive opening verse to a 1990s song. Is it possible to be more self-absorbed than comparing oneself to the Sun? And providing water? Other Benchmark Nineties Words used include Ambiance, Treachery and Vanity. Throw in the fact that you can hardly make out what they're singing and BAM! It all comes together.

#43: Pepper (Butthole Surfers) I'm not gonna lie. I have no effing clue what the hell this song's about. I know it uses such 90's buzzwords as "disease" and "racist" and it ends with a death or two. And of course, over-the-top symbolism and the use of "the sun" (90's musicians were the most sun-obsessed people since the Ancient Egyptians). But in terms of what the hell it all means? You got me.

#42: Far Behind (Candlebox). A throwback. A Golden Oldie. A hairband singing about losing a love one to drug use. A decade too late. But since I got me a hardcore hairband addiction, I can't let this last great 80s power-ballad go unnoticed.

#41: I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) (The Proclaimers). Yes, this song is 100% miserable. There are very, very few redeeming qualities. But I got a very good friend who does a knockout performance of this song if you get about 53 ounces of bud light in him. (if you ask nicely enough, I'll pass along the youtube link). I tip my hat to him, because he took one of the 100 worst songs ever recorded and made it memorable, forever changing my opinion of the tune, and proving that there's hope for Coldplay after all. You know, if you wanna get shitfaced and sing Clocks to me.


If all goes well, #40 - #31 tomorrow.

Coming Next Week: Awfully Delightful 90s

So after an hour in the car with 20 ounces of coffee, a piece of Nicorette gum and an iPod shuffling through some 90's tunes, it has been decided that I must make a countdown of the Top 50 Awfully Delightful songs from the 1990s, starting Monday, to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of post-90's life. Which sucks by the way.

However, there are some ground rules to get out of the way immediately:

-A song must be both Awful and Delightful. Not either-or. So delightful songs by reputable bands in the 1990s will not be elligible. Nor will songs that are just plain awful. Sorry, Right Said Fred, Ricky Martin and Billy Ray.

-If Rob Thomas is prominently involved, a song qualifies, even if you are a reputable, legendary musician (cough: Carlos Santana)

-If you're a Canadian who was scorned by Uncle Joey after you blew him in a cineplex, your song will definately rank high.

-80's holdovers who happened to score big in the early 1990s, such as Slaughter, Firehouse, and Mr. Big, are not elligible. Furthermore, artists who may have spanned the decade but still sound the way they did in the 70s or 80s like Aerosmith, Metallica, U2 and Bon Jovi will also not qualify.

-If I only know your song cause I was sitting in a dorm room baked like a muffin and found it hysterical, that doesn't count. Phish's "Weigh" and "At a Medium Pace" by Adam Sandler not excluded. The song must be widly known.

That sounds about right for now. #50 through #41 will hopefully be posted on Monday. Yoda Willing.

There's No "D" In Playoffs!

It's playoff time! And what's even sweeter? It's playoff time without the Cowboys!!! With their backs to the wall Week 17, they once again put together a choke-job for the ages (That's three consecutive years for those keeping score at home). Here at Shirt Be With You, we got to admit, we're pretty impressed by how they keep managing to tuck it between their legs when it matters most. So we've decided to have our 1st Ever Sale, Our There's No "D" In Playoffs Sale!

There's a shirt (or a thong, mug, whatever) for every Cowboy-Hater in your family and our markdowns vary from $1 to $10 off all of our Dallas Merchandise. Check it out and spread the good word.

Wishing you a very happy Jerryless Playoff Season,
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