When good t-shirts die...

My girlfriend is my shirt nazi. She tells me when it's time to get rid of the t-shirts that I need to get rid of but just can't bring myself to throw out. I bought this one in Mexico a couple of years ago and I fear it will soon be on the shitlist. It's getting that "mansmell", as she likes to call it. It will be missed, so I thought it best to keep documentation. I wish I would have done the same with my Onion "Let the fucking begin" shirt 10 years ago. Oh well...