THE GODDAMNED SKULLGAME STORE

OK. I WON THE BET, RIGHT?!? NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKING T-SHIRT?!

Writ large on the history of hopeless egoism are the faces of the men and women of MACK AVENUE SKULLGAME. Yes, yes, we yielded to the blandishments of you, dear readers, as well as each other in the mutually supportive but totally degenerative process that led us to believe that the WORLD was ready to be sporting SKULLGAME t-shirts.

So we busted designer balls, silk screen dude balls, UPS balls to order an amount of t-shirts commensurate with our readership. 300,000 t-shirts later and in a warehouse that mocks the very fiber of our beings and offends the gods, we watch 298,000 tshirts whisper to us.

The shirts, in conjunction with Satan, whisper shit like:

1) we hate you.

2) maybe if you printed up some hats. Or long sleeve t-shirts and

3) set us on fire. Collect insurance. We won't tell nobody.

So while we'll stop short of telling you motherfuckers to buy a shirt we WILL say that if you DO buy a shirt, the ho in the photo above has agreed to suck off the 500th person to do so.

But heyyy....who needs a SKULLGAME shirt, right? Fuck it. Just drop another $50 on a KORN shirt and be done with it. Yeahhhhhhhh.....