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So, I bought a T-shirt, as I am fairly often doing. I noticed that the sloshy t-shirts on Homestar Runner (as first seen in this sbemail and later in this wonderful bit of music.) were on the super clearanceness! So I snapped one up. Because, you know, why not? Seriously. WHY NOT?

Anyway, so, as per usual, my mother doesn’t get the reference on the shirt. She constantly has things to say about my shirts being inappropriate and whatnot, even when she knows not what she’s talking about and I can prove that I constantly get compliments and whatnot about them. Having a guy with a gun on your shirt does not mean I’m going to shoot you.

In any case, this time, instead of asking me, she decides that she has a computer, she’s going to just look it up. So she googles “sloshing.” This apparently comes up in Urban Dictionary or something similar as a word for female masturbation. So she runs downstairs to check my shirt to make sure…! And realizes it’s “sloshy.” But she’s still concerned, because it has a lyric from their song on the back of the shirt, “We Don’t Really Care About You.” Which, apparently means that I don’t care about my students? I mean, obviously, right? So we have a talk about it, and I show her the cartoon. Yay.

I dunno, does she really think that I’m going to wear a shirt with something that inappropriate in front of my class? Give me a little credit, you know?

Anyway, that’s my most recent T-shirt/Parental story. Yay.