It coulda been the lacy, sparkly number that was (barely) held together with a black sparkly shoelace, but it wasn't. (In that vein, though, Lawdy, girls! Y'all looked like you turned tricks to get into the show.)
Nope. It wasn't anything like that. My favorite shirt was worn by a large gentleman. It was a black T-shirt that had a simple message: I'M FAT. FUCK OFF.
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