The Death of An Anti-Hero Shirt

I really hate being the bearer of bad news. Last night we lost a shirt. It was a good shirt, a white Anit-Hero t-shirt with a logo that looked like it was spray-painted on. Terry loaned the shirt to JG since he spilled red wine on his other shirt. Well, the Anti-Hero shirt fought hard, but in the end it was no match for nice weather, a patio and about 15 Mind-Erasers. Here is the grisly evidence:

Everything looks pretty normal here.

Then the beers started acting out as if they had a mind of their own. Actually that was Justing causing a rukus.

Trying to be a good guy, he attempts to make amends.

I'm not sure what's going on here...

What are you doing to that poor shirt, Tenderfoot?

I think I heard the shirt scream as it was torn apart to reveal a slothy nipple.

This time it really wasn't JG's fault. Really, it wasn't. He tried to keep the shirt alive.

The torture just would not cease. Here, the shirt gets pierced with a flower and written upon like some worthless piece of paper. What are they writing, you ask?

Some sort of alien language to me. Maybe you can make it out.

Here JG just tries to maintain, even though he has the looks of a common ragamuffin.

Was he pissed about the shirt? I don't know, but he's chasing Tenderfoot around for some reason.

Here we have the last known shot of said shirt. JG and the shirt's whereabouts are unknown.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way Terry. Maybe it will be easier for you to take the news, as you will undoubtedly be sitting down while you read this.

I think knowing that JG will forever be captured striking such a creepy pose will make you feel a little better. I mean just look at that last picture. Seriously.

Also, I heard the culprit(s) say they would buy you a new shirt. Get'cha one!