Thanks a lot, Mom.
(submitted by Richard)
“This is my husband when he was 6 or 7. His grandma sent him to school on PICTURE DAY in this shirt. You can’t see the bottom, but the shirt actually says “Rub it easy, make it hard.” No joke. His grandma obviously was clueless. Needless to say, he didn’t wear it to school again.”
(submitted by Wendy)
“I was going through old family photos with my best friend when I came across this gem. Looks like the shirt should say “sweatshirt”, but the way he’s positioned it looks like it says “Eat…”
(submitted by Amanda)
“I used to be a chatter box when I was younger & my mom had this sweat shirt screen printed for me during a winter vacation. As you can imagine, I was thrilled about it.”
(submitted by Savannah)
“When my son Mike had his school photo taken, he was terrified of blinking and having his eyes closed. He wasn’t trying to be funny. He was wearing his favorite Roadkill shirt because he felt that he looked especially handsome in it.”
(submitted by Sharon)
We got your back.
(submitted by Lauren)
Our (my brother Mark and I) goal in life was to be cool and nothing says cool like lounging on a car wearing a shirt from Wal-Mart before your “vacation” to the Huntsville Space and Rocket Center 45 minutes away from your house. Just check out the awkward goodness in this photo:
The Mullet. This was a compromise between my mother and I. She wanted me to have Mary Lou Rhetton hair and I wanted long hair like my classmates. The result? Feather-backed mullet goodness. That’s not a perm!
Blue Mirrored Clip-On Shades. I wore glasses, nice thick black with pink splatter glasses. I loved them but I, again, wanted the cool shades of my peers. Enter the oversized blue, mirrored clip on shades that would make any state trooper jealous. I wanted the ones that flipped up, but they were too expensive.
The Dick Tracy Shirt. Again, in a vain attempt to look cool, hip and in the know, my brother and I desperately wanted a Dick Tracy shirt. I’m pretty sure we had the Nintendo game too. Confession: I’ve never seen Dick Tracy. I just had the shirt.
The Yellow Socks. All the cool kids had colored socks! I always wanted colored socks, but was only allowed white. When we got the Dick Tracy shirt I knew it was my chance!
The Wrist Pouch. My brother was on the go, and by on the go, I mean playing with the tool bench behind us. So what’s a boy to do with no pockets in his red short shorts? Easily wear the 50 cents papaw gave you on your wrist.
(submitted by Kelly)