New Shirt, New Shirt

I got a new shirt a couple days ago and I'm super excited. I've already picked up a couple new shirts for this summer but they all are Doctor Who shirts. Don't get me wrong, Doctor Who shirts are awesome but I'm happy to have something different.

So it's a Princess Bride shirt. All I can say is look at it now, I know you love it.  Wait, What? You want it? You want my new Princess Bride shirt...for yourself?

 Well then we must fight. To the Death you say? No, no, no. To the pain! What's to the pain? To the pain means this. If we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet....The left, then the right. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrist. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average....Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you.  Followed by your tongue.  Deeply cut away.  Not even a stump left.  And then your left eye. Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries, 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever within your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means that I leave you to live in anguish, in humiliation, in freakish memory until you can stand it no more; so there you have it, pig, there you know, you miserable vomitous mass, and I say this now, and live or die, it's up to you. Drop My Shirt!