"Shurt Feelings" is an ongoing series in which we make fun of the dumbest T-shirts of the week.

Twenty thirteen is pretty much a wrap. I am typing this from the southern regions of California chilling next to a vanishing edge pool. Oh, y'all still fuck with pools that got edges still? *Jadakiss laugh* Life is good. The sun is shining. The birds are singing whatever the bird equivalent of Future's "Sh!t Remix" is whilst I peruse back through this year's worth of absolutely terrible fucking T-shirts. After doing which I came to the following conclusion: This shit will never stop! *does Puffy shake from '95* Ever.

As long as there is a terrible idea and some 23-year-old "artrepreneur" willing to produce these suspect silk-screened atrocities, then "Shurt Feelings" will always be a form of employment. And that's a very good thing. Everyone wins. Dudes that think wearing a tee featuring a pit bull with tits, smoking a blunt and ironing a pair of grape Jordans is cool get new shirts and I get to subtly point out how wild crazy human males are. Everyone is eating off this, dawgie. It's like a whole fiscal ecosystem is created off this shit. It's miraculous. Now sit back in your Internet recliner and slide through what I think has to be 10 of the worst T-shirts from the 2-0-1-3.

Skip Class is a writer living in Seattle. Read his blog here and follow him on Twitter here.