Well, i had read the reveiws for this shirt, and honestly, i seriously doubted the powers that this shirt possessed.  I got an Amazon gift card for my birthday, and since there aren't many shopping options on Amazon, this was the only thing i could find.  My Dale Jr. shirt had 3 cigarette burns in it and the collar was starting to fray; It was getting cold and i needed a replacement. I got home from work today to find a pile of molten sandstone where my porch used to be.  Sitting on top of this pile of sandstone was a white USPS bag.  I opened the bag, only to be temporarily blinded by what seemed to be lightning bolts shooting from the bag....and then i heard it.  Many times in my life as a backwoods adventurer, have i heard the cry of a lone wolf, but this was different.  Something wasn't right.  The sound was like when I loop my strat through my reverb pedal and chrous pedal at the same time and play some Skynard on a delay loop.  There were multiple wolf cries, but it was almost surreal.  I stumbled to my feet and carried the dense package into my palace.  As i opened the bag, i noticed that the shirt was in another bag, but this one was clear.  This would explain the slight reduction in noise of the howl which i had just experienced.  Upon opening the second bag, i was hit with a gust of wind that could only be described as the feeling of when you walk under the air curtain at the slaughter house.  Granted, i was nervous.  I have always been a sceptic, but what had happened from the point of opening the door of my van and seeing that bag on what used to be my porch could not be ignored.  I was faced with a serious delimma.  Do i put the shirt on, or do i wrap in in duct tape and store it in my Obama-proof bunker.  After going back and fourth for 16 hours, i decided that i had to put in on.  I carefully unfolded the shirt and pulled it over my head.  There was a feeling, much like what you would expect if you took a bath in frozen spearmint.  As soon as the bottom of the shirt went over my belly button, i felt refreshed and confident, but was startled by a knock at my screen door.  As i turned to look, i saw my neighbor, Sheila, standing at the door.  Just as i started walking toward the door, she ripped the top of her Keystone Light can off with her teeth and ripped a hole in the screen, while simultaneously pulling her moo-moo up to give her thighs ample flexibilty to step through the TOP side of the screen door.  I was just about to say something when she flew through the air like P-51 and tackled me.  She must have had her way with me no less the 15 times before she finally let me up.  I was in a daze.  There were 17 empty packs of Newports on the floor and Keystone cans decorated the floor like a mural from beer heaven.  I had no idea what had happened over the last 16 minutes, but i knew that there was no way that this was the life for me.  As i looked over at Sheila, passed out with her cold sores keeping the last 1 inch of ash from tipping off her cigarette, i knew i had to get this shirt off as soon as possible.  I pulled the shirt over my head, and as soon as i did, thunder struck and it started pouring down rain.  Unfortunately, i had the misconception that burying the shirt behind my propane tank would be the remedy.  I started digging the hole and a Native American man walked up to me, and without saying a word, put his hand on my shoulder and a tear streamed down his face.  The rest of the night was a blur.  All i remember was dancing, smoking something out of a pipe, and now my house is full of dream catchers.

Pros:  Heavy material, sweet faded tye-dye design
Cons:  Makes the natives weep, no lightning bolts or pocket for my smokes

Overall, i would buy it again, but i might replace the wolves with racoons or squirrels.