I thought I was loved here at BR.
Everyone's getting T-shirts except me. There has to be a reason for it.
And don't say its because I s#$ck either! I know you Raider, Charger and Yankee fans hate me, but my behavior hasn't warranted getting stiffed on a t-shirt.
I know the Flushing post office is full of lackeys, so perhaps they fumbled the ball. My magazines are always arriving with the pages stuck together...
Maybe they figure a worldly gent such as myself has outgrown t-shirts. It gets hot in NY, too. We wear t-shirts in NYC.
Or, maybe they just don't have my size (XXX Medium). I know I'm tough to shop for, which explains why I have $44,000 in gift cards on my dresser.
It could be that I'm just not liked. I do write about things that no one wants to read. I do write feedback slapping writers on the wrist. I do love to stir the pot.
I don't ask for much. Just a t-shirt saying..."I've been writing articles nobody reads for 20 years and all I got was this lousy t-shirt..."
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