Here's another klassic kartoon from the Vineyland vault, circa 2000. People liked it because it had the f-bomb in it. So the savvy entrepreneur that I am, I decided to get 100 t-shirts printed. Guess what? No one wears t-shirts with the F-word emblazoned on their chests. I turns out that when you wear one on the subway and a you can tell a bunch of seven-year-olds are squinting to make out what your shirt says, you feel bad, however hardcore your soul is.