The Troly Trinity - Men's Premium T-Shirt
The Troly Trinity - Men's Premium T-Shirt
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Product Details
- Pre-laundered, 100% combed, ring-spun cotton
- Retail fit (consider purchasing a size up for a more relaxed fit)
- Seamless, double needle hemmed throughout
- Twill taped neck and shoulder to stabilize back of garment and prevent stretching
- Side seams for durability and a more flattering shape
- Thread Weight: 32 singles for more softness
- Care instructions: Machine wash cold, gentle cycle. Only non-chlorine bleach when needed. Tumble dry low, preferably inside out; Do not iron.
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Sizing Chart
| XS | S | M | L | XL | 2XL | 3XL | 4XL | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Body Width | 17.5 | 19 | 20.5 | 22 | 24 | 26 | 28 | 30 | ||
| Body Length | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | ||
| Sleeve Length | 7 | 7.5 | 8 | 8.5 | 9 | 9.5 | 10 | 10.5 |
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The one, the only, the Original Troly Trinity Tee!
Challenge who your friends really are.
Identify annoying foes before you're forced to hang out with them.
Begin your Hero's Journey suited up in glorious freedom armor, illuminating golden rays of victory vibes, as you smash through the progressive stack like the Kool-Aid Man.
OH YEAH!!
Chads will high five you. Fiery but mostly peaceful, blue-haired landwhales will be literally shaking in their lunchbox of crayons. Masked and vaccinated male feminists will reflexively take a knee to bask in your dazzling swagger. With your overabundance of toxic masculinity, actual tolerance and compassion wells in your heart, as you gently wipe the nanoplastic infused tears from they/thems eyes.
As you near the end of your conquest with pure, swole, sigmatic energy-- you step into the villain's lair to face off with the Final Girl Boss: Aunt Karen
She sits at the Christmas table she tries to re-label as 'the holiday table.' You waste no time to reclaim Tradition and reject Marxist modernity.
You sit across from the dripping, sour-smelling swamp monster and calmly identify as a Person of Income.
She identifies as a Lizard Person. And your uncle.
In charity, you extend an offer of peace during what is supposed to be a lovely, fun, and memorable family gathering.
The triggering is instant and compulsive. She must follow her programming.
Hissing with unhinged cringe, she attempts to pre-emptively attack. She concocts the only cocktail she's ever been able to make; a Molotov.
Unmoved, you unveil the only thing that you've ever been arrested for: Mean tweets.
Vanquished! Unable to defend against the violence of words, she writhes and languishes in her own brakish, bodily bog juices.
You are VICTORIOUS!
The retreating army of blue-haired potatoes burrow into their hidden tunnel network for a primal scream session. But the orchestra of orcs is no match for the quiet, peaceful solitude of reflection on your journey to Based Mastery.
And as you turn to walk into the embracing rays of the setting sun, the words of President Trump ring out triumphantly, immortal and true...
"Winners aren't losers."
