4 years ago my younger brother stepped foot onto the University of Maryland as a wide-eyed freshmen.  I was jealous--as he was about to embark on a new set of experiences that would define his future.  He was prepared--with a suitcase full of Crooked Monkey t-shirts.  Day one--he chose an original classic, our "My Roommate is gay" t-shirt.  That's the shirt that clothed him as he stepped into his dorm for the first time, and met his unsuspecting roommate.   They had a good laugh and became close friends.  Throughout the years my brother sported countless other tees, and became known as the dude with the greatest wardrobe on campus. People would come up to him to see what shirt he was wearing on any given day.

As you can imagine, he's got loads of funny episodes with Crooked Monkey t-shirts.  One night out at the bars, the girl he was hanging out with made him turn his "No one's ugly after 2 am" shirt inside out as the clock struck 2 am.

Last week was somewhat of a sad and nostalgic day for him.  He graduated.  So he pulled out the t-shirt that he was holding onto for exactly this occasion.  Our "Never Leave College" John Belushi tribute shirt.  That slogan was our company's original rallying cry. Having just left, we created this company to "Never Leave College."

What a way to bookend college.  Way to live the dream.

Summer Cold's suck. School's out, my friends are playing in the sprinklers, and I'm stuck inside trying to beat back a cold.

I've taken pride in my new found ability to beat/fight/lessen the severity of the common cold.  I've gotten so good at it, I'd like to share my non-scientific pieces of advice with you.

When you notice the cold is coming--I always get a little bit of phlegm in the throat, and an overall uneasiness in the throat area--you gear up for war.  Go to the store, get some Zinc (in the form of Zycam or coldeez or whatever you like), some tea, some honey, airborne pills (if you're into them), and nyquil.  I like to keep the medication as natural as possible, but when you're hot and cold, and your nose is running through the night, you need some nyquil to put you to bed.

Now that you're ready for world war 3, you drink lots and lots of water and hot tea (with honey).  As much water as you can.  The fluids are integral.  That's the other great thing about airborne pills--they encourage you to drink more water. Throughout the day take some zinc and the airbornes. Get a lot of rest.  At night take the nyquil.  Wake up and do it all over again. Drink drink drink.

That night, take nyquil again and you should be fine by the next morning.  Maybe take an airborne for good measures.  And continue to drink water.  Then, when you're feeling good about yourself, and the cold is on its way out the door, give it a nice boot through the exit door.  Go work out and sweat out the cold.  That's my favorite thing to do.  Then take a shower.  You'll feel like a million bucks.

And when it's all done, reward yourself.  You've just gone to battle with the oldest warrior on the planet.  Go buy yourself an awesome t-shirt.

Ain't nothing like celebrating the fourth of July in the nation's capital, Washington DC. Downing beers, eating hot dogs, and learning new drinking games--these are a few of my favorite things. Sprinkle a little bit of Federal fireworks, with a panoramic view of DC's citizenry launching their own fireworks, and you've got one hell of a night.

America. Fuck Yeah.

Randomly, I was in the elevator wearing our LOL OMG WTF t-shirt and some guy said "That'd be a great t-shirt to wear to a baseball game, for the umpire to see."  I said, "Funny you should say that, because last week I wrote a whole blog article on which t-shirt is the best to wear to a baseball game..."

Weird.  No one has ever suggested what t-shirt I should wear to a baseball game, ever. And now, within a week of publicly declaring my feelings for the whole world to see, another individual gives me their two cents.

Through the Orioles have not contended for a playoff spot in over 10 years, I'm still a big O's fan.  Last weekend I headed over to Oriole Park at Camden Yards with some friends to watch the O's play the Devil Rays.  I wore an Orioles hat and then had to figure out which shirt to wear.

After running through my array of tees, my eyes landed on our I slid into third at Rachel's Bat Mitzvah tee shirt, a classic Crooked Monkey bat mitzvah Baseball t-shirt, and I knew I had a winner.

When you own a clothing company, there's really a t shirt for every occasion. 

Following yesterday's blog article about riding the metro, my friend, who drives an SUV and loves a good trip on the DC Metro, sent me a BBM (blackberry messenger) with the text "why i need to be more urban."

The first step is recognizing the problem.... 

I'm a big fan of public transportation--it's convenient, economical, and most important of all, Green.  The Washington DC metro is super clean and very nice.  Its a pleasure to ride, especially when it's not rush hour.  The New York subway/bus system is truly amazing--you can get anywhere in the city for $2.25--and the trains are always running.

So this weekend, wherever I was going, I was taking public transportation.  I'm hoping this was just a bad weekend to experiment, because it was an annoying experience. 

Friday night--dinner in Cleveland Park.  So we decided to take two buses to get there.  First one--wait was 5 minutes. No problem.  Second one--wait was 15 minutes.  AHHHHHHHH.  4 other buses departed before mine got there. The dinner was lovely--thanks for asking.  Then we hopped on the Cleveland Park metro to go to Dupont.  19 minute wait.  AHHHHHH.  But we did meet lovely people on the metro, so that was nice.  On the way home, we cheated and took a cab.

Saturday--Heading to the O's game.  My friend lives in Rockville so we decided to meet up at the Forest Glen Metro Station.  Green line--10 minute wait.  Longer than usual, but hey it's the weekend. Switch at Fort Totten, and it was a 17 minute wait--to go four stops.  AHHHHHH.  Metro ride itself was nice--got to catch up with an old friend.  On the way home, we got smarter and took the Greenbelt station (no transferring) and only had a 9 minute wait.  Saturday night - Took my inaugural Capital Bikeshare ride (more to come on that pleasure, because i'm a huge fan of capital bikeshare) to Dupont circle.  Got on the metro at around 11 PM-- 15 minute wait.  AHHHH.  From Tenleytown, I biked home.  I had learned my lesson.

The weekend of public transportation?  More like the weekend of the 15 minute wait.

To be fair, I think this weekend there was some track work going on, so that's why all the trains were so late.  I'm still a big fan of the Metro system, but it'd be a lot easier to be an evangelist if the trains ran more frequently.  Which is why we need to continue to ride the metro--so they have a reason to run the trains more often.

What does this post have to do with Funny t-shirts?  Not much.  But its got a lot to do with living in Washington DC

I overnighted myself the Guys Fist Pump T-shirt and the Tans & Hot Tubs & Fist pumps & house music & Blowouts & Hair Gel & Poofs v neck shirt, because I had to have them. Usually I can wait for our new shirts; but not these.

Here's why: Last night I attended a fashion event in Washington DC for Luke's Wings. The event was fantastic and money was raised for a great cause. The location reminded me of our Warehouse Party.

Anyways, I was wearing the Tans&Hot; Tubs& Fist Pumps& House Music& Blowouts& Hair Gel& Poofs V neck shirt. I've never been photographed so much before in my life. I felt like Paris Hilton. I empathize with her a little bit now. Paris, if your reading this, me and you, were not so different. Next time you're in DC, hit me up.

Needless to say, you probably need one of our Guido List t-shirts or The Fist Pump T-shirts.

In celebration of Michael Jackson's 51st birthday, my roommates and I are throwing a "Michael Jackson Birthday Bash." We sent out the invite over a month ago to ensure that there's going to be no excuses. It'll be the best party ever thrown at the Taft Suite.

My brother, AKA DJ Shnooms, got me the entire catalog of Michael Jackson songs--all 450 of them. Everything from the Jackson 5 to the Jacksons to his solo years. I've got the pleasure of listening to it now and separating it into playlists. I'll post the playlist for you when I'm done.

There's so much awesome Michael that most people didn't even know exists. This party is going to be full of, "Michael Jackson sings that song."

Everyone's getting excited for their outfits. Marielle will be creating a whole new wardrobe--she's picking up some penny loafers, big white socks--and sprinkling them with some glitter--Black short pants, a white MJ shirt, and a fedora on top.

We've even got Alex Feder, of the XYZ affair, coming down from the Big NYC.