I'm bitchin' again. Just a warning. I can not express how much I hate these things. They annoy the piss out of me. Affliction shirts. If you're reading my blog and you are an affliction shirt wearer, I just want you to know that I want to punch you in the throat. My internal douche-o-meter, can only handle so much.
But there is still time for you folks. You can return to macy's or the buckle, where hardcore homies hang out, and return the shirt. Or you can keep being a douche. Your call.