Evidently, this Gitman Vintage shirt looks so much like Harris Tweed that Oi Polloi had to say it wasn't Harris Tweed parenthetically and then reiterate that fact in the product copy. So, if you will, please email Oi Polloi inquiring about this dope Harris Tweed Gitman Vintage. Yes, I am an asshole. One time my aunt was getting married and her in-laws printed up these T-shirts that had the newlyweds names on them and then they showed up to the rehearsal dinner with a box of these abominations and tried to get everyone to wear them the next day. That's how I knew which of my cousins I was down with and which ones I could let die in the zombie apocalypse. Like, five of us just laughed in those olds' faces and refused to even try them on, to which they tried to force us to wear them with their words, to which I promptly ignored and wore a jersey with someone else's name on it all together just to fuck with them even more. Let's just say that aunt and uncle never remember my birthday.
