I feel like a complete douche for ripping off of The Bloggess’ Travelling Red Dress movement, because what I’m doing is cheap and sleazy in comparison to the good work that she’s doing, but still I press onward. I am really not making fun of the red dress, but more like trying to prove that men can look studly in a blue velour shirt that fits everyone.
It’s hard to explain how one shirt can empower you to just let out a sexy growl, or even a bit of a roar. You just have to put it on and feel it for yourself. From the Alaska Highway to the Dominican Republic, to the underworld, this shirt has made men (and women), find their true sexiness, and lustful prowess.
From the time Chin found it at the thrift shop in Hudson’s Hope, BC, until the time I took it off on the balcony in Puerto Plata, DR, it had transformed me from a short, fat guy to a short, fat guy with a burning sex appeal that can’t be denied.
The shirt has more magical power than a unicorn doing a 69 with Pegasus. It’s been known to repel werewolves, and common street thugs offer me protection money when I walk by them. I almost feel bad for the people that don’t own this shirt.
We at Change The Topic feel extremely selfish for holding onto this gem of a garment, while there are men and women out there who would love to feel it’s velvety breath on their skin, so we are going to mail it to YOU.
Yes, that’s correct. If you need a little pick me up, and a surge in your layability, then send us your mailing address, and we will ship it out to you. There are a few strings attached, as with everything, but first look at another beautiful photo.
The strings are that you have to take photos in the shirt, and you have to ship it to the next person that wants to feel all sexy and shit. Like this chick below.
Really, there isn’t much else to say. We are in possession of a magic shirt, and we want to see you in it. If you live close, we might be able to arrange to take your photo in it, and then we could all save on the shipping costs. Or you could throw a shirt party at your house, and everyone could get drunk and fight over who gets to wear it. It would be kind of pointless, seeing as whoever is wearing it will win the fight, but it would be good blog fodder nonetheless.
I wear it beneath my jacket, with the collar turned up high,