I had to kill Derek and Tommy in an old fashioned krav-maga fight
then made them eat only the fat parts from a roasted duck dish,
then blew soap bubbles staright on their stretched open eyes,
and THEN.... only then, they agreed to *finally* grant my wish
and make me a shirt.
I've been begging for this shirt for the past 5 years, man.
And they only came up with the concept less than a year ago.
go figure.
us jews.
we get everything we want at the end, and the world always hates us for it.
*chugs more coffee*