Dudes,
T-shirtin' ain't easy. Those stencils I made of our favorite bartenders just didn't come out right on the 100% cotton Hanes no scratchy tag shirts. Life threw us some lemons. So we don't have shirts.
Did I say we don't have shirts? Because What I meant to say was, like an Andy Warhol-possessed-pirate-painter, I took lemons and made some Mike's Hard Lemonade. Mix in 7 hours of work, a splash of Mevans, a lot of Jimi Hendrix and a Becky Brinkman cherry on top and we got ourselves some goddam UNIFORMS!
I didn't do the backs yet. But it's smooth sailing from here on out. My face is fucking floating from huffing fumes all day. But, I love love love what we have. I let my team down when I said I would get Big Buck and Joanne on our shirts. For that, I am sorry. But, I'm proud of what has been created instead.
50 Day Family.
On a side note, still only bought alcoholic beverages from the Stretch.
JOANNE! MAKE IT A DOUBLE! 50 days long, 50 days strong. Black Team, over and out.
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