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The Mountain Adult 100% Cotton Biker Jd Realistic T-Shirt (Black)
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- 100% Cotton
- Amazingly realistic shirts!
- Pre-shrunk, oversized relax fit with reinforced double-stitching
- Perfect gift for friends, family or yourself!
- Machine Wash Cold Tumble Dry Medium Do not Bleach
- Sizes range from Small - 5XL
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The Mountain is responsible for countless eccentric, somewhat crazy and amazingly realistic animal and unique shirts. Their exclusive printing process pulls dye out of the t-shirt while leaving the ink color behind, essentially dyeing the cotton with ink creating an indefectible blending of the print and cotton. Each shirt is preshrunk with an oversized relaxed fit and reinforced double-stitching on all seams. Sizes range from Small - 5XL
- Product Dimensions: 4 x 8 x 1 inches
- Shipping Weight: 12 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- ASIN: B00HH2LL3E
- Date first available at Amazon.com: December 23, 2013
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Top Customer Reviews
I certainly did, so I bought it right then and there.
When I put on the shirt for the first time, I heard a jarring screech in the distance. A bald eagle burst through my roof and dropped off a new Harley chopper, complete with chrome accents and a leather jacket, with the words "E Pluribus Unum" stitched on the back. "Of many, One." My khakis then burst into flames and magically turned into jorts. Totally bad ass.
The song Final Countdown started blasting from the heavens and I lifted my head toward the sun. A winged silhouette was hurtling towards me. It was the eagle from before, and I told him "thank you for the bike," to which he replied, "eagles cant talk idiot. My name is Gunther."
The sun then exploded and Gunther disappeared into the sky. With only his voice echoing from the clouds like Mufasa in Lion King, Gunther said "Sorry I needed to poo."
"Okay," I replied.
I then flew back to my house, where I drank 50 beers and started chopping wood. The girl next door came over with some lemonade and complimented me on my jorts and pasty thighs. I slapped her and told her that "often times, brisk walking is healthier then going for a run."
I wish I had more time with Gunther that day, but every time I put on this t-shirt, I remember the important lesson that he taught me: Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
I love you Gunther.
Like a +20 shield of invisibility or cloak of confusion, this T-shirt started to change how people saw me. I noticed its magik the very first time I wore it to the arcade; I wasn't getting pushed an shoved around by all the bigger kids like I was invisible. Even the class bully, who normally shakes me down for half my allowance, looked at me a little stunned, then averted his eyes and gingerly walked around me. Not to mention I beat my personal "whack-a-mole" best.
The weather was great a few days later, so I took a walk down at the beach. I kept catching bikini-clad beach bunnies looking my way. I felt bashful at first, but then I realized they were just admiring the dope biker eagle on my chest. It must have been warmer that day than I thought, because several were panting and licking their lips. Or maybe the shirt works as an air conditioner as well, because I felt cool.
I spaced that the path led by the outdoor gym where a bunch of lunks lift weights all day and admire their biceps. But this time, they did't kick sand on me as I passed. They asked "whusssssup?" and kind of nodded at me, which was different. Except for the two with flashy haircuts, who were also panting like the beach bunnies when they spotted my shirt. Weird.
I gave the shirt a good wash.Read more ›