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Here
is the gallery
of cute girls wearing my shirt.
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I wore my new Frontalot T to the landfill
today, and was surrounded by bluebirds and kind woodland creatures.
Crowds parted in awed admiration. The paparazzi are still camped
outside my door. The shirt's color changes with my mood, and
it matches my eye color (which varies). It has cured both my eczema
and my hysterical blindness. And I don't know if it's related or
not, but ever since I put on the shirt I've become an expert at
INTERCAL, a programming language I've never actually heard of before.
—geekrock'mo, Los Angeles
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I
volunteered to help a good friend of mine do a bit of GrassRoots
PR for a Documentary he had spent the last few years working
on. At the film fest i was handing out tons and tons of
cards helping him out, and i was wearing my bitchin' frontalot
t-shirt. The director was like "WOW I've met that guy,
he wrote a really good poem at a poetry reading." I was
awe struck, this man has actually met the mighty MC, he is real!?
Was he as ill as his rhymes?
—Alex Purifoy, from Lee's Summit Missouri
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I very recently returned from a six month trek through China, often clothed in your becoming apparel. The attached photo is me and some children in a village school in Yunnan, the southernmost province of China bordering Vietnam. The children are sent down to school at the beginning of the week, where they live until they have time to walk back up into the mountains to work. To attest to the global spread of the fronting - I met not one (no!) but TWO individuals in the entirety of China who recognized your shirt and knew your music. Awesome.
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