So, hey, 3XL is pretty good, but it’s hit and miss. And over time, 3XLs often get to the point that I don’t feel comfortable wearing them (shrinkage is a documented fact; and, yes, I hang and never tumble dry my t-shirts). Sometimes because of variations, they’re too small brand new. If you want to be that guy whose belly creeps out from under his shirt–actually, no, don’t be that guy. Sure, if you’re young and you’ve got the six pack or just the cute, sweet little belly, fine; but I think y’all know that that isn’t what I’m talking about. In any case, I don’t want to be that guy. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to be that guy. Don’t tempt me; I might come to your house and frighten the children.
Please, please, please, mediocritee, add 3XLT and 4XLT to your list of options. I’ll pay a buck or two more (or, well, whatever; but be reasonable; you know I’m a cheapass motherfucker or I wouldn’t be here in the first place). I can’t be the only big guy who needs this. And, hell, the kids like wearing the long t-shirts too. And night shirts, people use t-shirts for night shirts.
Please. I mean, it’s not a grand gesture. It’s the mediocre thing to do.
Sometimes at least? Please.
Or, yaknow, just be assholes who hate on big people. Fuckers. (You know I love you. But don’t be haters.)