It’s been a long time in the making. A glint of history featuring some young bucks out for a good time and living the American way of life the way it should be lived: work hard, play harder, rock nice shirts, and drinking a lot of beer along the way...
Then allow yourself to get into interesting situations.
These adventures (and sometimes misadventures) have taken us from the soils of SOCAL, across state lines and way into Mexico; even landing us in a stanky-ass Tijuana jail. Getting lost in Mexico could buttfuck anybody's day real quick. But throughout our many ridiculous campaigns we manage to find humor in our oddest episodes. Even when our surroundings smells of a third world urinal, mixed in with the funk of soiled socks, emanating from shoes of transient pedestrians with high-notes of tequila induced vomit. Whachoo know about disgusting? The type of vomit smell that induces and perpetuates vomiting in anybody nearby. Yeah the Tijauna City jail was officially ripe and intense.
Another common theme in all the shenanigans us dudes used to get ourselves into, is: us dudes usually having on some funny-ass T-shirts that seemed to have the effect of socially lubricating humor into whatever environment we found ourselves in. Making friends at random places, sometimes in the most ridiculous situations.
Strolling back on these memories my dudes and I
wanted to bring some of that lifestyle to the rest of the folks out there that
can appreciate a little dark humor and cannabis induced comedy. -Minus the intense stench of a Tijuana
City jail and politically correct cattle excrement. We got fresh T-shirts from the Fresh Coast! That's whats up.
So let’s do this!
Spring is on the way. The temperature
is rising. And we got fresh shirts for all yalls! There will be more to come as our offerings
expand. We are just getting started...
Stay Fresh,
Chuck
