"Somewhere near the middle of your T-shirt drawer," writes Adam Rosen in Gelf magazine (via Kottke), "lies dormant a secret weapon so witty, so elusively allusive, or just so damn hip it finds itself swathing your chest on only the most important occasions."
Here's mine. Hey, it got me labeled "hipster" two years ago by people who had no idea who I was at the time. Score!
(Thanks to Bill D. for buying it for me. The orange ones are now collector's items.)