Are You Tattooed? Fathers Day Special T-shirts

Are You Tattooed? Fathers Day 2015 Special
*Fathers Day Special*
$19




  PAPA - The Man - The Myth - The Legend Tee-Shirt

PAPA - The Man - The Myth - The Legend - Dad - Daddy - Father
$19




Hooded Sweatshirt Sizing and Details


SIZE CHEST in/cm LENGTH in/cm
S 20 / 51 26 / 66
M 22 / 56 27 / 69
L 24 / 61 28 / 71
XL 26 / 66 29 / 74
2XL 28 / 71 30 / 76
3XL 30 / 76 31 / 79
4XL 32 / 81 32 / 81
  • Air jet yarn for softness and no-pill performance
  • Double-lined hood with matching drawstring
  • Double-needle stitching
  • Pouch pocket
  • Double-needle cuffs
  • 1 X 1 athletic rib with spandex
  • Quarter-turned to eliminate center crease

Ladies T–Shirt Sizing and Details


SIZE CHEST in LENGTH in
XS 2-4 16 25
S 6-8 18 26
M 10-12 20 27
L 14-16 22 28
XL 18-20 24 29
2XL 20-22 26 30
3XL 22-24 28 31
  • 100% Cotton Adult 30/1s Tee Shirt
  • 5.2 oz 100% Ringspun Cotton, Preshrunk Jersey
  • Tubular
  • 5/8 inch Seamless Rib Knit Collar
  • Taped neck and shoulders
  • Double-Needle Sleeve and Bottom Hem
  • Quarter-turned to eliminate center crease

T–Shirt Sizing and Details

SIZECHEST inLENGTH in
S1827
M1928
L2129
XL2330
2X2531
3X2732
  • 100% Cotton Adult 30/1s Tee Shirt
  • 4.3 oz 100% Ringspun Cotton, Preshrunk Jersey
  • Tubular
  • 3/4 inch Seamless Rib Knit Collar
  • Taped neck and shoulders
  • Double-Needle Sleeve and Bottom Hem
  • Shirts run small

  • * Sports Grey and Dark Heather are made of 50% Cotton / 50% Polyester

Daddy


You do not do, you are doing not do  
Any more, black shoe
In which I actually have lived sort of a foot  
For thirty years, poor and white,  
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I actually have had to kill you.  
You died before I had time
Marble-heavy, a bag jam-packed with God,  
Ghastly sculpture with one grey toe  
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head within the freakish Atlantic  
Where it pours bean inexperienced over blue  
In the waters off lovely Nauset.  
I accustomed pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, within the Polish city  
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the city is common.  
My Pole friend

Says there square measure a dozen or 2.  
So I ne'er might tell wherever you  
Put your foot, your root,
I ne'er might talk over with you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in an exceedingly barb wire snare.  
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I might hardly speak.
I thought each German was you.  
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing American state off sort of a individual.
A individual to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.  
I began to speak sort of a individual.
I think i could rather be a individual.

The snows of the province, the clear brew of national capital  
Are not terribly pure or true.
With my Romany antecedent and my weird luck  
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be somewhat of a individual.

I have continuously been terrified of you,
With your airforce, your gobbledygoo.  
And your neat moustache
And your Aryan eye, sky-blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You

Not God however a Hakenkreuz
So black no sky might go across.  
Every lady adores a Fascist,  
The boot within the face, the brute  
Brute heart of a brute such as you.

You stand at the sheet, daddy,  
In the image I actually have of you,
A cleft in your chin rather than your foot  
But no less a devil for that, no not  
Any less the Negroid UN agency

Bit my pretty red heart in 2.
I was 10 after they buried you.  
At twenty i attempted to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they force American state out of the sack,  
And they stuck American state along with glue.  
And then I knew what to try to to.
I created a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and also the screw.  
And I aforesaid I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the basis,  
The voices simply can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two
The lamia UN agency aforesaid he was you  
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you wish to understand.
Daddy, you'll be able to lie back currently.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart  
And the villagers ne'er likable you.
They are saltation and stamping on you.  
They continuously knew it absolutely was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.