I Am a Miami Dolphin. Why Are You Staring At My Chest?

Larger, veering now from the Soldier’s Creed to the Fourth Grade Hall Monitor’s Creed: “I live respect and truth telling.” Truth telling? Well, honesty is such a lonely word.

Smaller: “Richie Incognito thought I was Italian, so I got off easy.”

Very tiny: “If you are close enough to read this, you waive your legal right to sue Mike Pouncey.”

Really Big: “I am a Miami Dolphin.”

Smaller: “And so it goes.”

Sadly, when flabby dudes and well-endowed women wear the tee, half the message is lost. In extreme cases, it folds like one of those Mad Magazine back covers to read “58 sacks allowed.”

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