which is totally evident from the comments I receive on basically every blog. All the same, this shirt is kind of pulling a "How-The-Grinch-Stole Christmas-Heart-Size-Changing" on me. I mean, on paper I should totally hate it. It really has no place on a t-shirt, is printed on my arch-nemesis Beige's evil step-sisters Natural and Creme (which by the way, is not actually a word), and features some strange Pocohontas-on-acid raccoon. But you know what? It's f***ing cute! And not just the kind of cute that's limited to 6 year olds and Lisa Frank. Anyway, I'm sure this is just a fluke and I'll go back to being a bitter, angry gay man soon. Until then, this has my undivided approval.