We've seen the "amoeba flame", so I guess this is the "amoeba swim". There are three types of overlapping "things" on the shirt.
We've seen the "amoeba flame", so I guess this is the "amoeba swim". There are three types of overlapping "things" on the shirt.
I'm at work on another Saturday and I noticed that this shirt has a pattern of Orange, White, Black, White, Pink, White, Orange, White, Green, White, Red, White, Black, White, Orange, White, Pink, White, Black, White, Red, White, Black, White stripes. That alone would have qualified it for the blog, I'm sure... but I've lost so much weight that I don't wear this one in during the week as it's kind'a oversized. Still, since it's not a repeat, I figured I'd throw it up on the blog.
Oh look, it's a Tommy Hilfiger; not a 70's shirt at all!
In other news, I think I fixed the webcam.
Note: The exposure is a little over-red here. Go figure.
...anyway, the deed is done.
I don't know why they hate these shirts, or even if they do hate them. I know that they point and laugh. I know that Jerrell said "That shirt has game... as in, if you need to play you can take it off and throw it on the table and play." It took me five minutes of setting changes on the webcam to get this picture. You think the last few have been trouble... this one looked like a 1960s television broadcast of a large crowd.
After a short hiatus, the shirt has returned. With today’s shirt I am starting to realize a pattern to Paul’s shirts. The fairly normal shirts are typically green plaid or stripes. Now to be clear, they are far beyond your typical green plaid. This shirt actually looks like a microscopic view of artificial turf. Don’t mind the prism effect caused because once again the camera was unable or unwilling to actually focus on the shirt’s pattern.
This was turning out to be a fairly dull return of the shirt, but then we had a surprise visitor. She heard the talk about green plaid and felt she had something to add. When Dolly arrived however, the toy protectors of Paul’s cube thought her to be an intruder. They warned her and asked her to identify herself, but the only sound they heard was ‘ooooooh’ (not surprising with the shape of her mouth). We tried to intervene, but one protector grabbed her by the hair and the other ripped her arm from her single handed grasp. When last seen the protectors were giggling and heading towards the guys restroom. The protectors have been back for a little over an hour now, but there is no sign of little Dolly. Maybe it is time to alert Nancy Grace.