"Isn't this party awesome?" Randy asked Tracy.
"Oh yeah," she said.
"Did you want something to drink?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, smiling.
Randy turned and headed towards where the drinks were. He grabbed one for Tracy and then one for himself. But when he turned to head back, he accidentally bumped into someone and dumped the contents of the cups on himself. "Damn it," he uttered, realizing that his shirt was ruined.
"What's wrong, dude?" his friend Steve Farber asked. He was also at the party, as was at least half the football team.
"I got beer all over my shirt."
"I think Melissa has something you can borrow."
"I'm not wearing one of her shirts."
"No, I think she keeps a few guys shirts here. You know, if one of her boyfriends needs one."
Randy decided that it was better than nothing. He couldn't keep partying with a beer-soaked shirt. So he followed Steve to one of the rooms inside the house and then to the closet within it.
"Hurry up, okay dude?" Steve said. "You don't wanna miss the party."
"I'll be right there."
Steve left the room, leaving Randy by himself. He opened the closet and pulled out a T-shirt. He didn't even read what was printed on the front until he put it on and left the room. It wasn't until he rejoined the party that he realized that the writing on the front of the shirt said ...
