This shirt has changed my life in every way. Since receiving this shirt I have won the lottery four times, once in Bangladesh, and they don't even have a lottery. I have become the first man to break the sound barrier on roller skates. I won a championship deep sea fishing tournament while fly fishing in Montana. Most importantly, this shirt has saved my life on three occasions. The first occurred on a cool spring day in 2009. I was at the bank cashing the giant check I received when I won the lottery for the third time. A man walked in and lifted a large assault rifle from under his trench coat and proceeded to rob the bank. My first thought was, "Oh no! My giant check!" So I tried to hide the check as best I could, but lets face it, it's four feet long and wider than my chest. The man collected money from all the tellers and started for the door. I thought "Sweet! He didn't see my giant check!", but then he turned around and stared at me, and I realized I was thinking out loud. A little premature celebration on my part. Staring straight at me, he said "Hey. You. Give me that sweet giant check." I wasn't about to give up my giant check so easily, so I stared right back at him and said "Who, me?" He said "Yeah" and I was like "What check?" and he said "That giant check behind your back." so I was all "Oh... you mean this check?" and he goes "Yeah. Give it to me." Well then I told him "You can't have this check man, it's four feet long and it would never fit on the sweet motorcycle you undoubtedly rode up on because you're obviously a really super tuff dude and really super tuff dudes always ride motorcycles." He just stared at me for a minute, then he raised his gun and said "I'm not on a bike, but I own two." I was all "Woah!" and he was all "...yeah, so give me that sweet giant check or I'll shoot you with this crazy big machine gun." I said "I can't dude so you may as well get it over with." So he started shooting me. He was getting straight Schwarzenegger on that machine gun, unloading on me. To my amazement, the bullets simply dropped to the ground when they hit my 10 Kittens t-shirt. He stopped shooting and was all "Woah!" and then I was like "...yeah, it's my 10 Kittens t-shirt." He smiled and ran out the door as the police started to pull up. I've never seen him again, but late at night when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle I still get the chills.