Sometimes, it’s hard to suppress the 4th grader in me. Like I really wanted to put an asterisk in place of the “r” in the post title. But my mom disapproves of cussing. So I do it in front of her sometimes just to establish my dominance.
But yeah, I made a shirt. I went to Wal-Mart for a tank top (to showcase my muscles), contact paper, exacto blade, and bleach pen.
I know you can cipher the process on your own, but here is my finished product.
Gray cloth turns pink. Black turns red. Now you know something that I didn’t.
Here’s something else that maybe you didn’t know. Chupacabra means goat sucker.