So basically my son decided to be a huge pussy and dropped out of college that we paid for just so he could come home and work as a janitor. I told him that he had until memorial day to take care of his shit or else it would be thrown out. Come memorial day and what do I see in his room? A -blam!-ing box, so I did what any mother would do... I went through it and found this shirt I would always see him wearing, a shirt I hated. Every time he wore this shirt it would disgust me. I wish I could be like all the other parents and have cool kids but no I get stuck with the nerdy kids. So I decided to help him out by getting rid of this shirt, doing so would boost his looks and his confidence and maybe even help him get a girl friend. Hopefully one day he will understand and even thank me for helping him in his time of need.