Know what’s great about shirts?
Fucking nothing.
You might think that by going shirtless the White Trash Man is saying something simple like: “Hey, look at my gut and my B-cup bitch tits,” but no, going shirtless makes a strong sociological statement.
Ever see a bunch of guys riding the subway in the morning on their way to their boring ass jobs as bankers and lawyers and shit? They are all tools of the man, and they are all wearing shirts. That’s no coincidence. That’s causality. Or maybe causation.
Point being: shirts represent oppression and conformity.
Going shirtless is a way of indicating that you will not be kept down by a job, nay a career. Those are for suckers.
Additionally, going shirtless is a way for the White Trash Man to engage in a debate about gender issues, without having to worry about thinking or forming a cogent argument.
Remember Adam? Yeah, he was all shirtless and happy in the Garden until that bitch Eve fucked his shit up. So by going shirtless the White Trash Man is saying: “Ain’t no woman going to ruin my world. I’m working to take man back to his Edenic state… Now, someone better bring me a beer.”
White Trash Women will also go shirtless, but there is far less sophistication in their doing so. They simply want to show off their gunt or their pierced nipples.
Gender aside, though, there is reason to marvel at the shirtless White Trash Person. For people of other social class are unable to take off their shirts, expose themselves to the sun’s rays and get both Vitamin D and skin cancer while somehow not getting a tan.
Hahaha, another absolute classic!
Is that man eating a whole chocolate cake? Maybe he’s going shirtless so as not to ruin his wife beater with spilled food/beer.
OMG I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THE “hey, look at my gut and my b-cup bitch tits” I almost fell off my chair! Ugh as much as white trash people are racist, and inbred, I do like the fact that they will go and fight for me, and will talk shit about other countries while I am to much of a pussy to do myself, while I sit on my 2000 dollar chair, read the new york times, and drive my Prius Hybrid to Organic farmers markets and buy overpriced veggies and fruits, so that i can feel i am being “healthy” and will live a long time, when i could easily be killed by one of those giant wheeled monster trunks crushing my 15 inch tired gas saving ass into the ground.