If I ever visit you at your luxurious stately home, or your offbeat trendy bar or nightclub, or your notoriously exclusive country club reserved only for the UK's most wealthy and prestigious huntsman, and above the fireplace I see that you have failed to affix a comedy moustache to the snout of your mounted moose head, I will declare you dead to me.
Genuinely.
I will personally inscribe the obituary all over our friendship, stating the cause of death as "failure of the sense of humour."
Do you have any idea how hard I chuckled when I pulled this T-shirt from its package sent by Rakel at Warwickshire-based David and Goliath?
A lot.
So much so, that a fellow designer sat beside me immediately navigated his browser to the David and Goliath website in order to discover more nuggets of comedy gold.
So the next time I visit your stuck up mansion, your pretentious nightspot, or your ridiculous gentlemen's club, I better see all manner of hilariously adjusted creatures and critters.
Or you're dead to me.
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