Today, Day 152 of my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge, is also my Dad's birthday, so I have chosen to wear one of his T-shirts. Sort of.
For no reason other than its heavily discounted price, my mother bought this T-shirt as a gift for my father who flatly declined anything to do with it. Whether it was the caption drawing undue attention to his own nude head, or the notion of wearing a T-shirt altogether that turned him off, my Dad simply was not interested in owning this T-shirt and so its fate now rests with my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge.
As you can see, Elmer Fudd is the star of this design, reworking a well known image-conscious quip about fashion and lady's derrières, and repurposing it as a gag for a balding male audience.
Following in my father's headsteps, I too am vacating follicles and so the joke of this tee isn't all that far from home, though hopefully there's a few more years in my barnet before the comedy sets in.
Happy birthday Dad.
