I said it before, but I really have to stop ordering shirts that I personally like but are not so popular on this site. Boondock Saints, as cool as it is, is not exactly the t-shirt selling locomotive one who's livelihood depends on selling shirts might hope for.

Oh, this is depressing. I just did a search for the worlds most popular shirt and came up with about 100 images. Of those shirts, I have exactly one on my site.

Oh, well. I really have no interest in what is super popular. I am actually a bigger fan of the more obscure and/or unusual shirts. I hate wearing a shirt and running into someone else wearing the same shirt. It's like I'm back in high school working EVERY FRIDAY AND SATURDAY NIGHT from 6pm until 1am at Round Table Pizza and wondering where all the other kids were shopping to find a life.

Wow. I just watched that video link and, aside from it possibly being the most boring piece of video of all time, it totally flashed me back to working at Round Table. I was usually assigned to the "sauce and dock" station along with my other loser friend Eric. Later on I would be on the oven, except our oven was both older and cooler than the one in the video. We had a retro-50's rotary oven that actually required people to pay attention lest the pizza burn.

Also, the guy they had cutting the pizza in the video sucked.  I could cut a pizza in about three seconds. No joke. Of course our rocker knives actually looked more like big machetes and were capable of doing serious damage if a certain introvert with no life and no friends finally snapped when someone complained getting anchovies when they didn't order them and opted to go on a mad killing spree. Not that fantasies like that carried me through many a weekend evening.

I liked working the oven because it was the "power position" of the kitchen, but it was also where you ended up getting hurt all the time. There was a metal vent over the station and I must have clocked my head about 100 times on the sharp corner. I was prone to occasionally not paying attention to my cutting and wrapping my fingers around the blade of the rocker knife with painful results. Occasionally I would open the oven door at exactly the right moment while someone on the make line had the other door open and a blast of hot air would come out and singe my hair and eyebrows (by the way, if you have ever gotten a pizza that has a vague smell or taste of burnt hair, now you know what it is from). Finally, and most embarrassingly, I would frequently be distracted by a hot girl at the counter while reaching for the oven door and put my fingers directly on the glass, effectively burning off my fingerprints. Like most extended experiences in my life, my time at Round Table was fairly painful.

Anyway, back to t-shirts. I was going to do a search for the world's worst t-shirt, but since all the shirt on my site here rock I realized I would only be linking my competition. However, my search did turn up this article on what is called the world’s worst wet t-shirt contest. The funny thing is if you read the article the woman in question is described as a "really terrific storyteller" yet I did not find her story all that compelling or even terribly interesting. If she had pictures or something that might have been better, or perhaps she was entered into an actual wet t-shirt contest and won a handful of gravel or something.

Also, in my opinion, I am reasonably sure there have been worse wet t-shirt contests out there. I'm just saying.

I suppose I should talk about Boondock Saints at some point, but I have done like four shirt descriptions and honestly, how much can you say about one two hour movie?  Check the other descriptions if you want to get more of my take on them. 

Dave
December 31st, 2010 (Happy New Year!)