Too cursed for daylight. Wear one outside and Tung Tung Tung Sahur finds you. You've been warned.
A shirt so loud it violates three noise ordinances. All-over print, tag included. Do not wear to a funeral, a job interview, or past 9pm.
Every square inch is Tung Tung Tung Sahur's face. Every. Inch. Your therapist will be hearing about this one.
Hawaiian-cut button-up printed with 400 tiny bats. Wear it once and you will, by law, be asked to man the grill.
Two collars. No reason. Ships with a built-in popped collar you physically cannot un-pop. Society is not ready.
The tag is on the OUTSIDE. On purpose. It is enormous. It itches your soul, not your neck. A statement nobody asked for.
A head-to-toe wooden-log costume with a foam bat. The final boss of unwearable. Restocks only when Tung allows it.