Ocean City


By Hyperion

During the summer of 2009, I found myself in Ocean City, Maryland. The following t-shirt photos represent the local humanity more than words ever could.


Truly, the five seconds it takes you to press a button is the height of reverse racism.


"I will not, however, need my dignity."


I wonder how one fixes a broken marriage with duct tape. Legally.


Nothing counters the trend of pointless ostentation in automobiles like a monster truck.


When did the self-image of rednecks become indistinguishable from elitist parodies of them? Their affinity for irony may exceed hipsters at this rate.


Why?


I dont think a pedophile has had so many mourners since the Roman emperors.


After having your intelligence insulted by a t-shirt displaying the flag of South Carolina, your day can only go downhill.


It may be my primary outlet, but sometimes I truly hate the internet.


The marketing here is amazing; you'd have to be high to find this funny.


James's finger adequately summarizes my opinion.


Tautology for dummies.


This is a bona-fide goldmine.
-"Nike: Just do me."
-The uniform for the tenth annual harlot awards.
-"Hey Mom, look what I found during spring break."
-The Violet Lantern oath.
-Is it just me, or is "pet me" very out of place?

3/23/2010



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