I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned this over here or not, but we have a fun thing going on at Killer Nuts Tailgating. And it just got, uh, funner.
To promote camaraderie among the Killer Nuts Tailgaters and those who share our obsession, I opened up a small shop at Spreadshirt, so we can have some stuff to wear. The shirt above was the first one; it’s available in several colors, styles, genders and even sweatshirts of the hoodie and non-hoodie varieties.
This design has proven to be popular among our group, but I didn’t want to stop there. So when Mrs. Crappy overheard someone — from a different tailgate, mind you — toss out this line while we were walking to the stadium on Saturday, I knew I had to use it.
This could be the best cover-all excuse I’ve ever heard. And in my case, it’s totally applicable.
Uncle Crappy, you ask — where are the Uncle Crappy T-shirts?
Heh, I chuckle — check back in a day or two.
I may have to get one of those for my brother. I don’t suppose you would do them in black & gold? Probably against your (Browns) religion, huh? ;)