Funny Corvette Shirts Novels & Stories

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird.

I guess. King is in jorts and a blue tee with the inscription ‘all the ladies ...’ written in block letters in front, my brows furrow at that, then he laughs and turns round. “Get the back.” He says, and I read the words at the back written in cursive. ‘...take them off for me.’ and below it is a picture of ladies’ underwear. I face palm and groan making him laugh as he turns to face me again. “This is unbelievable, why would anyone make a shirt like that, and why would you buy a shirt like that and wear it?” Boys are just really crass sometimes.

The only time I could go have seen such was on TV. Shane the one who bought us drinks was friends with this Rocco. They were on wearing work clothes. Although it seemed like they had gotten rid of their suits. They were all on white shirt and lose ties and black trousers. They had rolled up the sleeves of their shirt. Their biceps were popping and it was so hot and sexy. “Guys what do we take?” another one with black hair said. “Vodka” Shane said as he peered into his phone before staring back at me.

An emotion she rarely got the pleasure to see there. The pretty boy laughed hard, “I thought these things would never see the light of day! Leo you bastard. I’ll bet he never told you what I purchased for him in return.” Grayson unfurled the shirt which happened to be her second favorite, If you think I’m hot, you should see my friend Leo. Cori chuckled when she saw it. “You should totally wear that one. Leo would like it. And no he didn’t tell me. I didn’t even know about these fantastic shirts he’d bought you. Do tell.”

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

one of the guys yelled as he folded his arms in the window. I turned back, and he gave me a wink as I laughed. I wasn’t offended or worried, even though I was alone. They looked harmless enough. They waved as they drove ahead. NASHVILLE OR BUST was written in white shoe polish across the back of their black hatchback Camaro. I guessed that I wasn’t the only one wanting to try my luck at the big time. I laughed, shaking my head as they sped on, whooping and hollering as they leaned out the windows, obviously enjoying their new freedom, too.

"This one, then!" Following her, Annie stared at the rather childish-looking white T-shirt in Corinne's hand, and the corners of her lips twitched. The design of the T-shirt was very simple and common, but there was an endearing little milk cat printed on it, which was way too cute. "Aunt Corinne, isn't this…too cute? It's not suitable for a mature man of my uncle's age, now is it?" Corinne disagreed. "Your uncle dresses too lifelessly, always in suits and leather shoes, looking like a serious veteran cadre. This one can just change his style and add some affinity to him!"

Curiosity strikes again and I flip the tag over checking the price. The number five hundred is typed on the cardboard tag, but there is no dollar sign before it. It has to be an amount, right? Even rich people priced their clothing. I hope like hell Vincent didn't pay five hundred fucking dollars for this shirt. Even if it is a glorious shirt, which feels smooth against my fingers and I can't wait to have against my skin. It is thick enough it won't be see-through, but light enough to get me through a humid Michigan summer day.

Looking at the shirt I was wearing, he smiled and pulled out a Five Finger Death Punch concert shirt. “Alright, let’s go get some food.”