hey there T-Maggers.
I swore - back in qbout 99 - that if TC and the gang sent me and my mate Mav a couple of Testosterone t-shirts, we would wear them in the Caf atr our University until they fell off our backs. (Monash University, Melbourne, Australia).
Well, it's happened. I don't have a digicam shot of my T's, but they are totally rank, faded, stinky and have traces of DNA embedded in them. The 'Testosterone' yellow print is still there, but against a washed-out grey background it's not so cool.
I'm now in Paris - sitting in an internet cafe near the Sorbonne with a nice-smelling French lady on the PC next to me. Reminds me of an episode of Johnny Bravo where he says to the chick at the drugstore counter...
"Hey there, l'il lady. You smell pretty. Wanna smell me?"
Of course he gets his head slapped...
Anyhoooo... I wanna order another T-shirt, and this time I will even pay for it if I absolutely have to. but think of the advertising, man... back in Oz I had about sixty people ask me if 'Testosterone' was the name of a band, or of some pro-male movement, or if I was trying to make an anti-feminist statement. chicks with purple hair used to sneer at me before they even asked.
My response was always... "Testosterone just IS, man. It's the Breakfast of Champions... and a good website - check it".
Oh - and by the way - have you noticed how Bubbya got made to look like a queer pansy idiot by a 78 year old woman (Helen Thomas)? helen thomas is what America SHOULD still be about - someone who has got the balls to take it up to the man... right in his face.
No questions for three years, than the Boy Emperor deigns to grant her a question and she usese it to bitch-clap his draft-dodgin' Daddy-bail-me-out ass from one side of the Press Room to t'other. What a gal. She probably has more Testosterone in what is left of her organs than Bush had in his heyday as a cheerleader at Yale...
And don't give me any "support the troops" shit. If the GOP gave a shit about the troops they would not be using Humvees with the armour equivalent of a Nissan Urvan, and the poor sonsabitches would have body armour, too. They just shouldn't oughta be there. They just shouldna oughtna gone there in the first place.