I feel like I just wrote about a Cash Ca sweatshirt. But, then again, I get a weird sense of déjà vu almost every time I write about a sweatshirt now, which is, like, all the fucking time in case you've been slacking on your Four Pins reading. One of you is going to point out a cheaper alternative despite the fact they look nothing alike. And another one of you assholes is going to say something like, "I could make this for, like, $12 and a few trips to the craft supply store." To which I respond, in the comment sections, like when Zeus descended to the mortal plane to fuck with humans, "No. No you fucking couldn't, Alex. You couldn't make anything with your particular skill set other than a growing sense of disappointment in the pit of your parents' stomach." Man, I gotta get out more. That or switch careers and start writing horoscopes.
