When the air turns cool, the jokes should stay warm. All Premium Hoodies gathers the entire Orange Liar menagerie into one cozy place, every character large and clear across the back of a hoodie made for chilly mornings, stadium bleachers and long walks where you want your commentary to travel with you. Think of it as a zoo tour you can wear, with the orange hair glowing against navy, slate, sea green and snowy white.
The big personalities, front and center
A hoodie gives a character room to breathe, and some of ours make the most of it. Beware The Golden Calf stands tall and shining in gold, hooves planted, orange curl on his brow, with the warning set in elegant serif letters like the inscription on a monument. Lyin' King struts in his dark glasses and red tie with a little fire at his feet, and Crime Boss fills the space with his rainbow swirl eye and sweeping pompadour. Leaders Lead But Vultures Feed brings the fluffy-crested vulture with glowing eyes, perched and patient, which feels right for a garment built for waiting out the cold.
The whole barnyard, plus a swamp
Every family in the collection has a representative here. The donkeys arrive in force: The Democracy Menace posing in his orange trousers, Drink Up with those hypnotic spiral eyes, The Amazing Asshat with his tail quietly ablaze. The pigs bring In Bacon I Trust in his purple suit and the bug-eyed talker of My Open Mouth Spews Lies. DT Reeks represents the skunks with his sharp black suit and suspicious little flame, while Criminal at Large sports his bright orange suit and tinted glasses. And The Swamp introduces one of the strangest creatures in the collection, a lanky orange fellow with a long duck bill, a lizard tail and a puff of fire leaving his beak, standing proudly as if the swamp were his idea.
For the one who runs cold and speaks warmly
This collection is for the woman who is always a little chilly and never short on wit. She lives in a hoodie from October to April, hood up at the farmers market, sleeves pulled over her hands around a hot drink, and she wants whatever is on her back to say something clever while she is busy saying something kind. Somewhere in the stands at a Saturday game, a fan two rows up is about to turn around, read Pure Bred Ass across her back and grin. The weather is cold. The company is warm. And the donkey, naturally, has the best seat in the house.
Written by James. Thanks for reading.
