There are one motherduckload of tees on the net... but approximately 99.9% of them are uninspired pieces of 'generical peacock poop', and that's a scientifically proven fact. Sure, you get the random sweet-bum ones that are absolutely off their face in originalness and were probably dreamt up while the designer was on holiday with the munchkins, but designs as awesome as that are few and far betweenie. That's why, in a last ditch attempt to save the world from the boring monotony of 'convention' with its plainness and drabness, us guys at OUTLAW clothing dove face first into a world of epicly substance induced hallucinatorytastic proportions, in order to dream up the sharpestly fresh designs known to BuddaBudda and all his associatees. Anyway that moneky went to heaven, and now we are left with some freakish artyfarts itching to burst out of our braincombustors and onto some tastytart T-shirts, which the genererererical public can purchase. These shirts are so goddamn fly that John Wayne is spinning endlessly in his now vortex of a gravygrave. Word up, cash down, tees on!
