Friday, March 28, 2008

Last Call

I am going to be ordering these shirts, probably tomorrow.

Anyone who wants one please let me know by COB tomorrow. (D, you're getting one already)

Cost is $16.50 each for six (including shipping), but if the order goes up, the price goes down, but I guess shipping costs will increase microscopically.   (This is my cost by the way)

Sorry, no pockets.

Here's the actual design:

PS:I have been informed by Uber Prints that the shirt shown is actually less yellow than it looks online. It's more of a tan/cream color
PPS:Th design will include a tiny "" at the very bottom.


D said...

Have you tried "Bicycle Club" instead of BC? Sure, the wheel is a pretty big hint, but it also has a religious connotation.

Derelict indeed; I just installed a headrest on my bicycle...

D said...

and by the way, put me down for 2 shirts, regardless of the connotation

The_Scum said...

So how do I actually get you the money and do they have pockets?

D said...

Lavi takes PayPal, or eCash. You can also send a tin of unmarked bills to his dead-head dead-letter box care of the Shady Lady.

Alas, the shirts have no pockets though some marsupials have resorted to pouches to hold their fags.

Lavi D. said...

So how do I actually get you the money and do they have pockets?

You can give me the money for the shirt when I give you the shirt.

There will be no pockets, sorry.

What size, assuming you still want one/any?

Lavi D. said...

I should add, because these are digitally printed, not silk-screened, there was no minimum order.

So I'm able to keep the cost reasonable and can afford to pay for them up front.

Rock Candy said...

I want one please ...Large as I like em a bit roomy....

The_Scum said...

Two please that is. Large.

The color is gayness and there is no pocket....but there is that powerful draw of cultness that the Branch Lavidians has.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

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That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.