It is National Licorice Day and while I normally don't like to insert myself into my t-shirt designs, this one seemed like a natural. I had to dance around ChatGPT's guardrails regarding violence but I just asked it up front how to request an image of a medieval torturer with a cat-o-nine tails whip made with red licorice whips and an over eager victim asking for more. I think I make a very fetching medieval torturer if I do say so myself.
It was National Fondue Day yesterday and today was National Grilled Cheese Day so I created this design.
I don't know if the little cheese wedge is sad because it hasn't been sliced, melted or grilled or sad because it stands alone. It was always confusing to me why the cheese had to stand alone after the farmer chose a wife, the wife chose a child and the child chose a nurse. It also reminded me all too many times of when we would choose teams for a pick up game of softball or kickball and I was left standing there radiating my lack of athletic ability for all to see.
I guess it is okay sometimes not to be chosen though. If someone (especially a girl)was choosing someone to help with their homework assignment I was right up there. Unfortunately those same girls were choosing the guys picked first for softball or kickball as their first choice to have a crush on.
I'm not bitter, mind you. You don't have to be popular or attractive to be chosen. Look at Trump and Elon Musk. But then again they are more akin to the Stinky Cheese Man.
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