so… once upon a time, i was approached for my services and in turn, i would have t-shirts made of whatever i wanted. i never really thought of anything and i just couldn’t think of what i would even want on a t-shirt. months later i received an e-mail asking about said barter and i then forced myself to fart something out. sooo… catch a whiff of this. it’s ghost kitty. coming to a t-shirt near you.