While I totally respect your individuality and your madcap joie-de-vivre, please don't go to a customer's home wearing a t-shirt like this, or any variation thereon:
Somewhere in a sad little veal-cube, a customer service rep is fielding a call from a humour-impaired customer about your stink bait shirt. I know it sounds unlikely, but it's twue. It's twue. It's all twue.
