So there you have it. Looking at that t-shirt makes me proud to be alive, I tells ya.
FYI, I tried watching a movie the other night called 11/11/11. Even though Netflixians gave it but 1.25 stars, I thought "They must all be wrong! It's an Omen ripoff, it has to be good!" Well. After "The Asylum Presents" popped up on my screen, I started thinking that I was likely the wrong one. The very, very wrong one. And 35 minutes in, I actually started to feel my life slowly ebbing away...and I realized I was spending some of my last moments on Earth (I mean, if you count your whole life as your last moments on Earth, you dig?) watching a big, huge pile of shit. Then I decided that watching a literal big, huge pile of shit would be a better way to spend my time than finishing 11/11/11, so I turned it off. No offense to the people who made the movie- for all I know, the rest of it was incredible. But I'm okay with never finding out, even if it means my life is lesser for it.
What a great story!