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You're With All of Us, Leather

Jessica — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:00:13 EDT

A bit of sports media folklore: in a Scottsdale bar, at some undefined time in the mid-90s, a man was hitting on a woman wearing leather pants. He was quickly cockblocked, however, when ESPN anchor Chris Berman walked by and said to the woman, "You're with me, leather." She immediately got up and followed Berman out the door. The story was sent to our ball-loving brother Deadspin and has since become a favorite Deadspin non-sequitor catchphrase. Hell, they even made a t-shirt for it, wildly popular amongst all the men who still collect baseball cards. Everyone was happy.

And then yesterday, everything changed. On MTV's screaming-girl staple TRL, VJ Damien Fahey wore the "You're with me, leather" shirt, noting that it was his favorite pick-up line.

Does this validate fanboy sports geeks as human beings? Or confirm that Damien Fahey is the biggest dork on MTV's roster?

Whatever the case, leather cannot be denied. If it's good enough for Fahey, it's certainly good enough for you. Get your own You're With Me, Leather t-shirt while they last, so that we might sell out before the junior high kids catch on.

You're With Me, Leather [Gawker Shop]
YWML Suddenly Huge With 13-Year-Olds [Deadspin]

Gawker Shop: Never Forget Your Run-in With George Clooney

Jesse — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 15:30:27 EDT

George Clooney wouldn't leave us alone. Everywhere we went — us at Gawker, you the readers, everyone — he was there. Following us, menacing us, interfering with our lives. We thought about slugging him, like Sean Penn. If we drove, we would have had an accident, like Lindsay Lohan. We just wanted to be left alone, to lead our lives. But still Clooney continued his rude interruption.

And this t-shirt is how to commemorate the experience. It's a limited edition, so don't forget to buy one now.

George Clooney Stalked Me [Gawker Shop]

Gawker T-Shirts: From Our Sweatshop To Your Stocking

Choire — Wed, 08 Dec 2004 15:00:11 EST

Intending to have some Christmas swag for pals, we printed up a limited edition Gawker T-shirt. But we don't have any friends. So, instead, we're selling them off. They're 100% cotton, made by American Apparel, and we made our interns print the designs by hand over Thanksgiving. Just kidding—actually, we got a referral from Kathie Lee Gifford for a great sweatshop.

T-shirts are $20.00 each, and are perfect for preventing your breasts, should you have any, from spilling forth when posing on the red carpet.

Please be careful when purchasing that you choose the right color and size, as per our handy-dandy chart below—we're way too lazy to do returns, and we'll just make fun of your plaintive emails. While supplies last (not long, we only printed 144 of these). Note: sizes run small. XL is more like a normal men's large.

However, we totally do care about your privacy. All account information collected is kept confidential. We absolutely do not sell or trade email addresses or other private information.

Online shirt sales are temporarily closed. Please check back soon!

From the shirtmaker, here's a guide to sizing:

Women's.
Men's. We found them to be a little small per size; perhaps we've gotten fatter? But we recommend erring on the side of slightly too big, rather than small.

But whatever — you're all anorexic anyway.

Questions? Hit us at shopping@gawker.com.