HIPPIE HOLIDAZE T-SHIrT
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Forget those ugly sweaters! Roll up to your next Christmas Party sporting this FAT ENZO classic cotton/poly blend tee in Grinch-green, adorned with weed-leaf wreath graphics on front left-chest and full-back. "HIPPIE HOLIDAZE" FROM FAT ENZO!
A Xmas Poem, By PICKLES AND PIZZA
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop
No ideas were stirring, just the odor of pot;
all the T-Shirts were folded neatly with care,
As Piazza lit a joint with no intention to share;
The scums were nestled all ready to print,
With visions of xmas SHIrTS covered in lint;
When, what to Piazza’s wondering mind should appear,
But a wreath made of pot leaves, as the weed smoke cleared
Then jolly fat Pickles, sat up so quick,
He knew in that moment the idea was sick.
“Off to the presses” Mr. Pickles exclaimed!
Piazza walked to the project thanking his brain
“Grab the SQUEEGEES! the SCREENS! now, THE INK start the MIXEN!
This graphic's UNCOMMON! not STUPID, it’s BITCHIN’!
Load the shirts on the plattens! let’s print them all!
Now print away! print away! — OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SO BALD”
Would you prefer if I covered my head,
Or dressed as an elf, or maybe Santa instead;
No, Pickles, you’re Santa, you’re bearded and fat
If my baldness is bothering you, buy me a hat.
You did good little elf, now go print these tees!
So Santa can relax and smoke some more trees!
Alright I will, I’ll bang these right out
But please pas the joint before it goes out;
Here you go little scum, but don’t get too high
Because we must deliver these by sleigh in the sky
Then, the two scums flew out of sight,
HIPPIE HOLIDAZE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
A Xmas Poem, By PICKLES AND PIZZA
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop
No ideas were stirring, just the odor of pot;
all the T-Shirts were folded neatly with care,
As Piazza lit a joint with no intention to share;
The scums were nestled all ready to print,
With visions of xmas SHIrTS covered in lint;
When, what to Piazza’s wondering mind should appear,
But a wreath made of pot leaves, as the weed smoke cleared
Then jolly fat Pickles, sat up so quick,
He knew in that moment the idea was sick.
“Off to the presses” Mr. Pickles exclaimed!
Piazza walked to the project thanking his brain
“Grab the SQUEEGEES! the SCREENS! now, THE INK start the MIXEN!
This graphic's UNCOMMON! not STUPID, it’s BITCHIN’!
Load the shirts on the plattens! let’s print them all!
Now print away! print away! — OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SO BALD”
Would you prefer if I covered my head,
Or dressed as an elf, or maybe Santa instead;
No, Pickles, you’re Santa, you’re bearded and fat
If my baldness is bothering you, buy me a hat.
You did good little elf, now go print these tees!
So Santa can relax and smoke some more trees!
Alright I will, I’ll bang these right out
But please pas the joint before it goes out;
Here you go little scum, but don’t get too high
Because we must deliver these by sleigh in the sky
Then, the two scums flew out of sight,
HIPPIE HOLIDAZE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!