Dear Mpportunistic tossers,
I'm saving my money for when Morrissey's mum dies and you (meaning, people in Bangladesh) make a tshirt with a picture of her face, massive angel wings sprouting from her ears.
But do keep filling the planet with junk. It's now or never.
(Meanwhile, somewhere, a turtle chokes on a bit of plastic from an old discarded cd case...See? "Maladjusted" had some usefulness after all.)
$"Maybe you met the love of your life wearing a piece of merchandise that sparked the initial conversation?$
Damon was wearing a white " f*** Msolo'" polo shirt...Across the room, Morrissey instantly KNEW he was The One.