If anyone decides that they absolutely can’t live with themselves without getting me a Christmas present, and has no idea what to get me, here’s a clue. Any of the following teeshirts will do:

mmmh… Delicious, Lil’ Soap, They’re, Their, There (which is just perfect for all my pangsaiglish whingeing), She Doesn’t Even Realize for the emo-nemo in me, Meat is Murder. Tasty, Tasty Murder because I’m cruel that way, or Permafrost Pollution.

Prizes, of course, only go to the one who manages to convince threadless to put Emo Bear back in print, and get me one.

Email or text me if you wanna get anything for sizes and stuff or in case there actually exist more than 1 of you generous, loving souls out there who want to get me something come yuletide season and now we don’t want repeats happening, do we?

Merry Christmas in advance! I can feel the Christmas cheer filling the air, and thank god I’ll be outta here by the time I want to stab my own ears.