Payback's a b*tch, ain't it?

Last year, a family moved in next door. The parents let their eldest daughter, then still in preschool, run rampant over the neighborhood. She came into my yard and stole some of my flowers.

When brought to the mother's attention, she was really put-off that her daughter shouldn't be allowed to steal other people's property.

Today, they are having a yard sale. I would go over and buy something if they hadn't been a-holes about the whole thing. As it is, I will be spending the day out in my yard doing piddly yardwork . . .

...while wearing my "death shirt." I usually only wear it on Christmas and Valentine's Day. It is well over 10 years old.

It is black with white skulls all over it. On the back, the skulls swirl into a vortex. If you remember the episode of Newsradio where Matthew goes punk, his shirt is identical to mine, except probably smaller. The effect on the front is similar to this one, only it's not green. I hope the yard-sale perusers get a good look.

When I get back home, I'm doing a load of whites in the laundry. So that, if they have the yardsale again tomorrow, my Outright Libertarians shirt will be good and ready. I think my pink do-rag will go with it nicely.


[Update] I finally found a picture of the Death Shirt.