Snookms made this shirt last night, only after getting his ass handed to him on a platter by Mike Jr. in a game of chess.
He had locked himself in our bedroom after he had made the Jr. swallow his own defeat, moments before. The Jr. kept banging on the door, demanding for him to "Open up!", but Snookms said, "Leave me alone! I'm gettin' dressed Mike.", although the Jr. firmly stated that Snookms was fully clothed.
"Hmmmm", I thought quietly to myself. "What could he be up to?"
10 minutes later he comes sauntering out, calmly strutting his victory stroll for all to bear witness to.
Look at that detail!!
I almost pissed myself with imminent laughter.
A squee was in order.
Yes Mr. Stephen Parrish, a "squee". (See article 2, section 3 for further "squee" referencing.)