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  • Premium 4.3 oz
  • 100% soft ringspun cotton
  • Made in USA
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  • Premium 4.3 oz
  • 100% soft ringspun cotton
  • Made in USA
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DM
12/14/2019
Douglas M.
Love the shirt

Love the shirt

JG
02/13/2019
James G.
Awesome

Awesome shirt bars love it

JS
01/28/2018
Jr S.
Brosevelt

Fits great and get a lot of compliments on it. Love it!!!!!!

SJ
01/25/2018
Seth J.
Brosawhat

**** where do I start? It was a midsummers night eve. Rice was cooking in the microwave, two cans of mountain dew in a beer glass on the table constructed out of saw horses and my trailer screen door, roof leak seeping in water droplets faster than a zit on proactiv. I was prepping myself for a tinder date. She was gonna come over to my trailer. A knock at the door. I ashed my Marb Red out on my left ******, knowing that the sting on my saggy pectoral wasn't going to hurt near as bad as the heartache I was going to bring this woman. I went to my closet and let out the last fart I would be allowed for the next two hours, itching my Buick sized *** while contemplating my shirt choices. The Teddy Roosevelt tee was the only clean shirt. I slipped it on, kicked my boots off and propped back up on my recliner. I hollered at her that there wasn't no lock on my chastity belt so why should there be one on my door? She opened it and walked in. I think we both were completely awestruck with each other. She was the most beautiful tinder girl I had ever invited over. She was wearing a cutoff American flag t-shirt with tasteful side boob peeking out. Her jeans were so tight that if she farted right then and there it would look like a rat running down her leg. Her hair, up in a ponytail. And we all know what that means. She rushed me like the Raiders O-Line without even saying hello and before I knew it I was being straddled like the Bald Eagle on Lady Liberty in 1776. After passion-aggressive lovemaking for what seemed like hours, she got on one knee and asked me to marry her. In disbelief, I asked how she could ever find me appealing. She simply replied "I've never been with a patriot before." Fast forward 3 years, I'm making 6 figures working three days a week living in a penthouse in New York with the most beautiful woman I have ever met on tinder. Thanks AAF.

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