This Shirt Belongs To

This is the shirt I'm wearing today.

It has a little name tag at the bottom 'pon which, presumably, I'm supposed to write my name.

As much as this tickles me, I cannot, however, bring myself to write "Why me, Musters, of course" on my shirt.

I have a feeling, though, that it wouldn't take all that many light ales to change my point of view.