High Oct-ane

Pardon me, I’ve no time to stay, I’m late for a very important breakfast meeting.

Yes, I could just hail a crab, but I find a morning constitutional does wonders for my appetite. And I spent so much money finding a professional tuna to make my little bell sound just so, I just can’t let it sit in the garage and rot. Plus it’s a good excuse for me to get in betta shape, and eel the damage I’ve done to my body with all those years of hard living. I’m not as young as I used to be, and I’m already losing my herring from all those years of playing bass, I don’t want to lose my mussel tone as well!

And so, each morning I jump on my bicycle and rush through the streets. No time to play it koi! I just perch on the pedals, skate through the traffic, and say saury when I can. And I’ve never once been late! That’s just what you become when you reach into yourself and find how to do all you candiru. Exercise is good for the body and the sole, you know.

Boy, am I hungry all of a sudden!

Wear this shirt: and imagine he’s singing this and it gets like a whole bunch cooler.

Don’t wear this shirt: and think you can intimidate a Hell’s Angel. Although if you get lucky he might buy you a drink for giving him a good laugh.

This shirt tells the world: “Oct! Du lieber!”

We call this color: Baby Blue Ink

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