The Worst of Perth

Umm….It’s Perth OK? Deal with it. Or as the Tshirts say, “Go to Bunnings, buy some wood, bring that wood home in your Porshe, build a bridge and ram that bridge up your arse.” A fine worst auteured (albeit in a very small photo) by Patrick D. Como.
If I may, what’s the deal with all these, “Go to Bunnings, build a bridge and get over it.” shirts? Aren’t the turds sporting these elaborate discourses precisely the ones who haven’t got over it? Haven’t got over it to the extent that they need to buy a tshirt about it? Isn’t the buying of the shirt overwhelming evidence that they haven’t got over it, whatever “it” may be? I may be no Derridarian, but aren’t the wearers of these shirts rejecting the notion that there is no text outside the text, to the extent that the unscrambled message, must read, “I’m a cunt who can’t get over something, and what that something is, I don’t know, but I still retain some rage probably connected to some kind of sexual disfunction? Wake up and smell the frogs’ legs baby. Pranked.