Here is a funny Testosterone t-shirt story for everyone in T-Land. So me and a friend just got done seeing American Outlaws on a Friday night, he suggested heading to a local bar to view all the beautiful scattered ass our city has to offer -and of course I said “Oh Yeah!” Not plannig for a night on the town I was wearing my shrunkenly tight Testosterone T-shirt. We chose a slightly upscale yuppie type bar as our choice for the evening. I became somewhat apprehensive about walking into the place wearing my Testosterone shirt. Not that I was ashamed to be wearing it. It was because 1)The dress for this place was typically button down Polo shirts, Khaki pants and Rolex watches 2) I am 6’6" 280 so i don’t exactly blend into a crowd anyway. But i sucked it up and approached the doorman, he looked at my ID and then looked up at my shirt, then me, and said “No trouble tonight O.K.?” I smiled and said yes sir to his fat ass and began to make my way through a very crowed place.
For a moment I thought i was going to be provoked into a bar brawl from some of the looks i was catching from everyone, and man I mean everyone.You would have thought I walked in with my dick taped to my forehead. I expressed my concerns to my friend, "Man these dudes are staring " and his response was “Yes, but so are the girls.” At this moment a Testosterone blue-glowing lightbulb began to hover over my head, and a devilish grin found its way to my face. I then realized what a great conversation piece i was wearing. Like magic every girl I stood next to at the bar would turn and say “Testosterone,huh?” and I would say “Yes ma’am, what do you think that means?” Just like that i was in a conversation with a good looking girl. This happened about five times. I got very familiar with several of the women that started conversation with me because of my Testosterone shirt and ended up with two phone numbers. It was a good night. As I exited the bar, some jackass said sarcastically “Hey, nice shirt.” I turned and stared down at him and his fatass, golf playing yuppie friends and replied “You’ve got a nice shirt too. I think a saw two others guys tonight with that exact same one.” His less than loyal buddies spewed Amstel light out of there noses laughing at him. I gave him a wink and made my way to my truck.
Moral of the story: the Testosterone T-shirt rocks! And makes for an interesting evening.