About Me

The legend of the t-shirt guy

It all began on a Tuesday. Not just any Tuesday, but the most Tuesday-ish Tuesday in history. A thunderstorm raged, lightning struck a t-shirt print factory, and boom—I was born. Some say I was woven from threads of pure cotton; others claim I was raised by a family of graphic tees. Either way, my destiny was set: I would become the t-shirt guy.

Growing up, I wasn’t like other kids. While they played sports and collected baseball cards, I spent my days surrounded by ink and puns, sketching out sarcastic slogans with crayons on my baby onesies. My first word? “Helvetica.” My second word? “Funny.” It’s been downhill ever since.

By age 10, I was whispering sweet nothings to heat presses and bargaining with sassy t-shirt printers for just one more test print. My parents didn’t quite understand, but they supported my dream (mostly because they couldn’t stop me).

At 15, I unlocked the ancient secrets of fabric softness by meditating inside a tumble dryer for three days straight.

At 18, I set out on a heroic quest to find the perfect blend of humor and soft cotton. I battled scratchy fabrics, defeated overpriced boutique T-shirts, and wrestled with rogue printers that refused to align designs. I emerged victorious, holding up a soft, side-splittingly funny tee as a symbol of hope for bored wardrobes everywhere.

And now, here we are.

I am the t-shirt guy: part artist, part comedian, part retro historian, part cotton whisperer. I work alone—like Batman, but with less crime fighting and more coffee stains. Every shirt I design is forged in the fires of my imagination and powered by an unhealthy obsession with puns, sarcasm, and the 80s/90s.

T-shirts aren’t just clothes—they’re statements. Why wear a plain shirt when you could make someone snort-laugh in the cereal aisle? Why settle for boring fabric when you can wear art that says, “I’m funny, I’m bold, and yes, I still own a sense of humor”?

When you wear one of my tees, you’re not just wearing a shirt. You’re wearing a piece of history—a testament to my oddball sense of humor, excessive caffeine intake, and the belief that life’s too short to wear boring clothes.

So go ahead: browse, laugh, and grab a shirt (or seven). Your torso will thank you.

People will point, smile, and say, “Where did you get that shirt?” And you’ll say, “From the t-shirt Guy.” Then you’ll disappear into the sunset looking ridiculously cool.

And remember: When you wear one of my shirts, you’re not just a customer—you’re a legend in the making.

One Last Thing

I’m not here to change the world—I’m just here to make it more fun, one t-shirt at a time. My tees are made for people who get the joke, who embrace the absurd, enjoy some retro, and who know that life’s too short to wear boring clothes.