Rock Paper Scissors Throat Punch I Win Sloth Lovers Shirt

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1. Length is measured from the highest point on the collar down to the bottom hem. 2. Width is measured across the body of the shirt under the armpits, one way. 3. Sleeves are measured from center back to hem.