Hey cool shirt.
Thanks, yours too.
Yeah, my sister is disabled and on a limited income and she gave me this shirt and she always cries and cries when I don’t wear shirts she gives me.
Oh. Y’know, I actually think it’s pretty cool, I mean it’s—
She just fucking cries. And she can’t really control her lip—I told you she’s disabled—so she drools too and it’s just worse when she cries.
I’m sorry. That sounds hard. Well it’s nice of her to buy you a shirt.
You can’t really say out loud when your disabled sister gives you a shit gift, but I have some words for her in my head, you know.
It seems to fit you right. And what I like about it is how the soccer player has that cool bent angle to his run. It’s like the NBA symbol a little bit, don’t you think? Anyway, I like it.
Do you even know who won the Cup that year? In ’62. You don’t even know, do you.
No.
Brazil. I bet.
Wait, you don’t know either? Why are you giving me—
I can’t fucking believe you wear that shirt without a disabled sister guilt-tripping you into it.
You’re up.
What?
You’re up. For the ATM.
Oh, thanks.
Barcelona '62
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Just a note insisting that desist from publishing an episode of my life story on your site:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti33lLRlktw
Joe Barcelona,
We find it important to confirm to you that we did indeed laugh out loud when we saw your video and its fantastic Barcelona ’62-ness! We also find it unfortunate that we didn’t run into you at karaoke while wearing our shirts. Also we’re wishing that other fucker at the ATM would have at least sang a little bit.
Sincerely,
The Murk