Anybody who knows anything about me knows I live for Great White sightings. Like it’s not officially summer in New England till a Great White is spotted 5 feet off the beach in the Cape getting ready to eat some motherfuckers. And yes I’d kill to get mauled by a Great White while I’m in Nantucket next week. After all everybody knows rule #1 of the tshirt business is that getting eaten by sharks sells shirts!
PS – Big time hardo move calling a Great White a fish.