3rd Worst

Fuck it. Shit Happens. 

This is the anthem for every walking bad idea that somehow keeps getting invited back.
The kind of person who’s already lived through the first worst-case scenario,
survived the second, and now wears the third like a goddamn merit badge.
They don’t just tempt fate — they flirt with it, ghost it, and then crash on its couch.

They’ve been drunk in courtrooms, sober in fights,
and thrown out of Applebee’s more times than anyone’s proud of.
They make decisions based on vibes, spite, and whatever happens to be in their pocket.
They don’t read warning labels — they test them.
They don’t overthink. They don’t plan ahead.
They just say, “fuck it,” and hit the gas.

They’ve chased chaos into the woods, into bars,
into the arms of people they swore they’d never text again.
And somehow, through pure confidence and terrible luck,
they always crawl out of it with a black eye, a great story, and a new reason to wear this shirt.

This isn’t a joke. It’s a mindset.
It’s for the wrecking balls with social security numbers.
For the people who dive headfirst into problems and figure it out mid-air.
The type who’ve said “how bad could it be?” right before waking up in a lawn chair,
wearing someone else’s shirt, and missing a front tooth.

You don’t wear this shirt to stand out.
You wear it because the world should be warned.

Living proof that “bad idea” is a lifestyle.