I’m a sucker for T-shirts and posters. If I had money to waste and the energy to fill out lots of order forms, and 500 days a year to wear a different T-shirt every day and unlimited wall space to put up posters only I and a few other sophomoric guys find funny, and if I lived alone …

Well, I’d buy scads of things.

Here is a link to a T-shirt shop with about a dozen I find quite amusing. The Che’/chimp one probably is my favorite.

Which reminds me … not one of my posters is up on the wall of my condo/apartment. Maybe we’re just running out of room. Yeah, that’s it. But we did have space for that weird Matisse triptych that is not obscene, I’m told. (Artists never play the smut card, do they?)

Anyway, just sayin’ … my Che’ poster, my poster of the Chinese dude standing in front of the tanks at Tiananmen Square, not up.

And my Custer’s Last Stand poster … nowhere in sigh. I’m not even sure it made the move.

I’m being saved from my own college-dorm-room sensibilities. So that’s why I don’t buy any of those posters, or any of those T-shirts. I just look at them and snicker.