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Have you ordered your Mayor Tom “Irrelevant” Potter t-shirt yet? Don’t be the last kid on the block to wear one.
Or, might I suggest a thong? That way, if you have to do any business with Mayor Irrelevant, you can hide your true feelings under your pants.
Get yours soon—before Potter is so beyond irrelevant, this joke isn’t even funny anymore.
(P.S.—we aren’t making a dime off these shirts, but a buck per shirt goes to Sisters of the Road, our soon-to-be-officially-announced 2007 Holiday Auction recipient.)
Whatever -- Potter (or "Master Pootie," as he likes to be called while in the dungeon) has been selling out for years and years and years and years and years and years and years.
That mother fucker (and I do mean, "Mother fucker," in the sense that that is what he does) is extremely old.
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Amy,
thanks for the heads up! I will buy a couple of the thongs and wear them (both at the same time even!), this will even allow me to support a good group while buying clothing.