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I have a received a stupid number of compliments on this shirt, and for good reason- it fucking rules. Pictured is a Medium, and for reference purposes, Paul from LRB rocks a large. I’ve also got some chick ‘beaters with the same design, but have yet to get a chick into one of them for a pic.
The shirts are Hanes 9.1 oz Heavyweight Tagless 100% cotton shirts, so just like the PainBreed shirts, they’ll grip the bar when you’re back squatting and won’t be too easy to rip while kicking people in the face at a Recon show or fucking. Get them now at by clicking the Paypal button on the side. I know there will be several of you clamoring for Google Checkout, but Google’s a pain in my ass and I’m going to avoid it unless I’m overwhelmed with a tide of whining (which I fully anticipate). Email me at chaos_and_pain@yahoo.com if you’re desperate for a shirt and can’t be bothered to Paypal like an adult with dignity and self-respect.
GOD DAMMIT I'M FUCKING BROKE.
Is there a back? Because that would be cool beans.
Nope- it's a one sided shirt with one word on it, and that one word says it all.
thats a nice fucking shirt… minimal..
Keep coming up with terms, phrases, maybe even a Chaos and Bang shirt. People will obviously pay for 'em.
How the text on the shirt fares a trip into a washing machine? Many of the shirts I own have got ruined after a few washes. I will probably buy two or three anyway, though. Just ordered the PainBreed one, though I don't have it yet.
I've had no problems at all, This printer's good.
Off topic: Just saw your new description on the bottom of the page. Umm, you don't really have a child, do you? That would blow my mind.
Hahaha. No- I was referring to the size of my shirt.
Saw some hooligans the other day. A father in his thirties and two boys about fifteen, just out on a trip with their old man to learn the value of hating fans in a sport where it's more natural to hate the players. Certainly the value was just as high as the sum of job seekers allownce, child support benefit and whatever money their mother makes, minus the cost of the train tickets and a few cans of lager.
So my Hooligan shirt didn't even last 12 fucking hours! I closed the bar and on my way home I ended up breaking some fucking natives face in the street. I had the motherfucker mounted and he ripped my collar while begging me to stop. No joke. Funny thing is I picked up a chick earlier and she still came home with me after she watched me hammer this dude. Anyways, I'm ordering another one.