My shirt arrived mid-week on an overcast day. The UPS delivery guy seemed to know something was up because he rang my doorbell! I opened the container and stopped short. I needed to wash the cheeto dust off my fingers before I touched this amazing creation. I used the dirty T-Shirt I had on to dry my hands and slipped the shirt on. As I admired myself in the mirror I could imagine what wonders awaited me as I went out into the public. This shirt made me look good! I felt a quiet but profound sense of confidence infuse my body. I now know how many men it takes to open a can of beer. NONE, SHE is supposed to open it BEFORE she hands it to you. YEAH! I placed an old dish towel over my belly (to protect the shirt), grabbed my bag of cheetos and called to the kitchen to my wife. "Honey, I sure could use a beer!"