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Curse of the SOULS tee....
Well as you may know the "I SOLD MY SOUL FOR SOLES" tee was a big hit, and so we felt the need to include it in the new season in a new color. GREAT...right? So the curse begins and for those that don't know...it has 666 soles on the front. First, our printers print all stock and orders in the original color. No sweat off our backs, we just order more tees for print.
Second, we get to the spot with all our work. We start counting and peeping out the great job they did. Don cracks open one of the so, so many "SOULS" tee in the original color and pops one on to see the fit of the new tees. He stands in front of me showing me the cut and "BAM!" he turns around and "WTF?" there's no back print.
I flip out. Go into the next room where Brase is showing the work to some homies and show him this little set back. He flips out and then we start going through each size to see if it was all of them. It was...yeah it sucks.
That isn't the end though, Brase's homies decide to cop some tees and even wanted the half done "SOULS" tees, so we give it to them. They leave, and we're still bugging out a bit. They later call Brase and say "Yo our car is missing." Ends up their car got towed and they're trying to get back to Sac. WOW!
And so begins the curse....haha.
Tell us if you have any "Souls" curse stories while wearing this shirt.
posted by RAH of THUGBOSS |
3/9/08
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5 Comments:
I was wearing this shirt and stepped in a pile of shit. Got my jordans all fucked up. Its all good though peeps were feelin my shirt. Need to buy the purp joint.
I met my ex breezy wearing that shirt. She turned out to be a crazy bitch.
Wassup with the grimace? Can we but yet or what?
I was rockin' mine when I went to the club - on the DL - and holl'd at this fine dime. We kicked it all night and politicked about sports and video games and what not. It was kinda strange to me that we had so much in common, but it was whatever - I'm trying to get some knowledge out this trick.
Anyways, we deaded a bottle of Rose' in the VIP and I said, "you trying to go home with a boss or what, bitch?" She said, "yeah."
I took this bitch to my second house. You know, the DL spot. I dropped on some Keith Sweat and we started gettin' to grindin'. She broke me off with the best brain a boss had ever encountered. This bitch was Einstein. I got my nut and she asked if I wanted to take it to the next level. I said, "cool and the gang, lil' Einstein shorty."
The bitch had a dick.
I was at this party kickin it wit my boys and this girl was starin' at me the whole night. She was some goth looking girl but had the hugest tits ever and her face was real cute. I wanted to step in and holler but she had a man. Anyway, she corners me in the bathroom and asks if I belong to the church of Satan and she couldn't help but notice my shirt. I said fucks no! This is some thugboss shit. Then I punched her in the titty.
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