I’d like you guys to meet Bonita Styles. Don’t be deceived. She’s a bad influence.

She may be looking all fashionable dressed up in that cute green number, cool white sunnies and sporting that funky ‘do but she comes bearing 6 tempting offers, good enough to give in.

Go on. I know you so want to know what the heck I’m talking about.

In Miss Styles hands are promo cards that open up a multitude of reasons go on a t shirt shopping spree. Gah.

Er, I reckon they’re more like chained to her. But still! She’s encouraging me to spend more on shirts. I mean, who doesn’t want to own one of them David & Goliath tees? I love the tongue-in-cheek humour and comical imagery read and seen on these shirts.

Or, perhaps, I should blame the people from GeiserMaclang for introducing me to Bonita Styles and feeding the shopaholic in me with GCs and discounts. I know I’ve been pretty vocal about my apparent addiction to t shirt shopping lately and was heard to have been muttering “Baby I Like That” often but, goshdarnit, show a bit of compassion! Hmpft.

This is so not helping me, you know. I’m doomed to suffer a fate of drowning in a barrage of t shirts. I reckon, so long as I haven’t gotten over my t shirt fixation, I will have to set aside a special shelf in my wardrobe for all the t shirts I will manage to acquire in the process of finding a cure.

Dear me, shoot me now. Pah.

Tell me, this much t shirt shopping ought to be considered a crime, right?

Photo© 2008 Sasha Manuel