Yeah man. FUCK YEAH MAN! What an idea!! Nothing is more apt to encapsulate your divergence from the herd of sheeple than a Great Dane that looks like it was just caught peeing on mom’s priceless rug!!
More huge ideas from arguably the biggest joke of a band going.
That age old conflict: Band you hold incredibly dear is active again. Great news, right?! But because they’ve been in cryostasis so long they don’t have a clue about anything. So they just make shirts like THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE!! Bummer.
From the desk of Kerry King:
"HEY SHIRT MAKING GUYS: Fuckin’ St. Patricks day is comin’ and I want something fuckin’ evil for all the Slayer fans out there. Fuckin’ leprechauns and shit but no fruity shit I’m talkin’ real freaky shit. Ok I gotta go, bye."
Fathers Day gifts for complete assholes Vol. 1. Note the fragmented guitar print on either sleeve. Fuck. RIP Slayer.
"YAH HALLO I CAN MAKE HANNEMAN MEMORIAL SHIRT FOR YOU. DOES NOT MATTER IF KERRY KING IS STRICTLY SLAYER CELEBRATE."
Pretty much encapsulates how Slayer have become even more repulsive than BLS at this point.
This Daemon longsleeve is one of the holy grails of shite metal shirts for a few reasons. The back print is completely asinine and there aren’t enough numbers for a proper phone number.
Overall it perfectly encapsulates the forgettable rubbish that Death Metal eventually trickled into to. The ancestral parent of all dumb trucker-chic Swedish metal merch today.
Yeah, for sure. Total svppvrt.
By idiots, for idiots. Embarrassing on every conceivable level. Go away.
Almost. You’re just *this* close to being a hulking, powerlifting, gasmasked übermensch. But no. Now you’ll never get a taste of supremacy because of your inferion back print.