Sometime during a summer in the mid nineties I was around thirteen, I had frosted blonde highlights, a studded punk rock belt and and a pair of white Arnette wrap-around sunglasses. I was an insufertable piece of shit. My cousin Yanne (of VIOLENTLITTLE MACHINE SHOP fame, a much worse piece of shit 13 year old) had a baby blue ringer tee with a picture of a naked Drew Berrymore on it. I traded my shitty sunglasses for that shirt. We then spent the rest of the summer mass genociding an entire population of groundhogs from our family farm in Montana with pellet guns whilst listening to NOFX "Punk in Drublic" on a CD boombox. It was completely magical.
I hope this tee can bring you back to simpler times like that. Or cause you so much rage you shave your head and hit cars with an umbrellaà la 2007 Britney. Either way I'm happy.