I've created a belief system about you that is greatly derived from your t-shirt. Its textual message of perceived mirth tells me that not only are you easily amused, but actually fancy yourself humorous. You maintain a substandard IQ with the assistance of paint huffing and cheap whine. You guffaw at bumper stickers. You are tickled by home video shows featuring groin injuries. You are a great burden to family and those you wrongly consider friends. I am stretched to my mental limits trying to deduce what possible purpose you could serve.
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