How Green Was My Valley , everything Chaim Potok ever wrote. Just when I have no time for non-class reading, this has to happen. Damn them all. Then the robots arrive. A fuzzy red and blue tank top.
Towels come to mind.
An obnoxiously orange uniform-type shirt. My mother made me promise to never, ever wear it with my obnoxiously orange pants. A pink t-shirt for the making of my Weezer souvenir. I still have yet to decide what to write on the back. A white T-shirt depicting the Statue of Liberty holding a pink triangle in her torch.