All of our t-shirts are printed on American made 100% cotton (except where noted) fine jersey material with a great fit. We use an intense process to print our graphics on tees which gives them a soft hand and comfortable wear. Our inks take on some of the shirt color during this process and become less bright to achieve this goal. Kindred is the combination of the rural durability ethic and the aspiration of a design metropolis. Kindred's tshirt designs are based on the causes of inspiration, be it a work ethic, exploration or nature translated into a visual language. We love what we do. Thanks for checking out Kindred!
"Am I wrong? Am I wrong? This is a league game. This determines who enters the next round robin! We play Quintana and O'Brien next week. They should be pushovers."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests
Came in through the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!"
"See, kids be gettin stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks
Shorty see the action and then start to mimic
Runnin to the corner, the dice game is blazin
Lookin at the loot, it seems so amazin"
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Attention all passengers for Starchild flight 9000 from Milwaukee to Infinitum. This flight has been delayed 2 hours due to inclement weather on Europa but please enjoy this bluegrass rendition of Richard Strauss' Thus Spake Zarathustra and a complimentary cocktail.
"I'm scared, Fif. It's that rat circus out there, I'm beginning to enjoy it. Look, any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, a terminal psychotic, except that I've got this bronze badge that says that I'm one of the good guys."
Panic will be allowed between the hours of 3 and 4 pm with a bit of the old Ludwig Van. All droogs and zaphods must have the proper documentation and requisite signatures before commencing ultra-violence. Synchronize digital wrist watches and towel snapping now.
"Sole survivor of the titanic pile-up of '95, only two-time winner of the Transcontinental Road Race... Frankenstein! Ripped up, wiped out, battered, shattered, creamed, and reamed... a dancer on the brink of death..."
"S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Shop smart, shop S-MART!"
"No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!"
Spoonman called Particleman for lunch at Alice's Restaurant. The pair chatted to no end about the cobbler, the atmosphere, and Spoonman's affinity for becoming a Betterman as opposed to an Ironman or Nowhereman. Particleman agreed wholeheartedly and asked for a rhythm rendition of Gene Autry's "Back in the Saddle Again". Particleman then agreed to sing it like Brian Johnson with appropriate crotch thrusting at diner patrons.
Good Evening. Tonight's story is a tale of terror so shocking we can only show it to you after the children have all gone to bed. Our story begins with a young woman out for a drive...
When sailing a ship with a drunken sailor it is important to note that they will be of little use unless repeating "batten down the hatches" over and over and laughing like a jackyl is a noteworthy maritime skill.
Printed on a striped tee.
Shirt Color: WHITE & HEATHER STRIPE
Cotton 100%
The lighting of a hatchet is a difficult task that requires dedication, a steady hand and a knowledge of industrial combustibles not seen since the days of the Chicago fire.
Axe me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Are you a liar? No.
Printed on a soft light yellow tee, this design boasts the lumberjacks with the most gumption this side of the Mississippi. (and yes I did sing it in my head as I spelled that).
There is nothing worse than getting your Sunday finery covered in sawdust. Lumberjacks with aprons alleviate this problem when actively engaged in their chosen profession. Soup is still a problem though. Clarence tried to create a sawdust gumbo but found the extra fiber to be life threatening. Down but not out, he relegated himself to the task of creating a better chain lubricant out of cheese. A tastier Gouda is hard to come by.
"Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?"
"I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Somebody said you got it goin on
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone"
A spectre floats along the shoreline hunted tirelessly by the Sergeant Major. He casts his lines into the ephemeral to capture all traces of those gone beyond.