The Skeleton King

Deep down the dark alley where the moss grows sideways and the only light emanates from the flaming tiki torches sits the skeleton king on his throne of manhole covers and sewer grates. He commands his boney minions with finger snaps and chattering gold teeth. I once heard a rumor that if you bring him a sacred offering of strawberry ice cream he will whisper the secrets of the cockroaches and grant you the survival of a nuclear holocaust.

This updated unisex essential fits like a well-loved favorite. Super soft cotton and excellent quality print makes one to fall in love with it over and over again.