It's the clothes that make the man you know as Trace Milyn

Not so much entertainment based today. But this Krudmart website has been slowly robbing me of my riches..but I have been getting "bitches" after they see me rocking the tees I buy from their website.
I stumbled upon this website a few months ago, and since then I probably have bought 8 t-shirts off this site.
What makes me a loyal Krudmart shopper though is the write-ups each shirt they have. Below are a few "write-ups" of some random shirts. They are fucking hilarious.



When I was about 15 my friend used to intern at this local indie movie workshop place and I'd go with him on the first Wednesday of every month when people would show stuff they'd worked on. They usually were real shit but one time this Mexican dude showed this Texas Chainsaw Massacre rip-off movie he'd made in the 80's on Super-8. I was stoned that day. It was awesome.

The first time I ever saw anyone do this it blew my fucking mind. Then it got really annoying. Now I have a post-modern appreciation for it that rivals the one I have for Saved By The Bell.

Mt. Rushmore is right up there on my list of places I don't really give a shit if I ever go to or not.. Somewhere between Hershey, PA and a Coldplay concert.

One time, at bowling, I saw a guy with his girlfriend and her parents and the guy was wearing one of those I have the dick so I make the rules t-shirts. The girl was so busted though, you could tell her parents were just happy that maybe some day she might be out of the house.

Sixth grade was a confusing time for me. I had just learned that where girls pee from and where the babies come out was two different holes. I didn't know how to dance and I couldn't figure out for the life of me what "O.P.P." stood for but was too embarassed to ask my friends. Thank god Cypress Hill came along and got everyone talking about weed. I wasn't ready for pussy.

And last but not least my personal favourite...I bought this shirt today, after I took an extra fifteen minutes for lunch because my manager was out. When you have the chance to screw the system do it, because if I was gay I would want to be the pitcher not the catcher... you get what I am saying?

In the vast ocean of inappropriate memories from my childhood, one that always stands out is going to this beach resort with my dad, aunt and uncle. Among the fucked up shit I remember is my aunt yelling at me for looking at her tits when I don't think I even was. Meanwhile, I was three and she had a mouth like a picket goddamn fence.

Anyways, if you want some solid t's and accessories check out Krudmart, and I also linked their personal blog to mine. It's random, but they got a great entry and photo on them catching a stray cat with a net which is funny...

Anyways, they got a lot of solid gear. Check it all out here.

I'm out...my manager finally said he needs me to make more calls. They are onto me...I guess it's time to sleep with the boss's daughter and smooth things over. Wait he has a son...I guess his wife will have to do for now.