So, it's official, I've run out of bull's nads. That means the winner is Mr. Troubled Diva, whose prediction
was drop-dead accurate. (Mike, please send your address to ystblog[AT]hotmail[DOT]com. I'll dig out a really hideous shirt for you.)
To relive those magic T-shirt moments, here
's a gallery of all those bull's testicle shirts.