The Disgraced collection

If "I'm just a girl" has gotten you out of more situations than it should have, congrats, you found your shirt.

Somewhere between the Constitutional Convention and your last impulse purchase, you decided this was the founding father wisdom worth keeping. Bold choice, but here we are.

Brute force, questionable patience, somehow it always works out. This shirt just gave your method a name.

Tell people it's about cats. Watch them not believe you for a single second. That confused, slightly concerned look is the entire point of owning this shirt.

If you cried watching Marley and Me, own more throw pillows than you'll admit to, and have a skincare routine longer than your ex's list of complaints. This shirt isn't a confession, it's a flex, and you already know it.

Your entire communication style is a sigh, a slammed cabinet door, and a long silence that somehow says everything. This shirt speaks that exact language fluently and isn't translating it for anyone.

Chronic "I'm just a girl"-ing your way through bad decisions? Then this shirt is for you!

Some phobias are better whispered. This one got promoted to the front of a t-shirt instead. No regrets, minimal dignity.

Disgraced Collection: M.I.L.F. (Man I Love Frisbee) front-print shirt. Made for the "wait, what?" double-take and the laugh that follows.

This shirt is for the friend who says yes to plans before you've even finished the sentence." It's the most universally relatable — almost everyone has that one friend, or is that friend.