Funny T-Shirt Eat Lightning Crap Thunder Rocky Mickey Goldmill

Rocky Balboa wasn't sure if he was training for a fight or auditioning to be a human lightning rod. Mickey Goldmill, his crusty old trainer with the demeanor of a grumpy bulldog and the smell of old gym socks, bellowed at him like a drill sergeant possessed by a caffeine-addled parrot. "Eat lightning and crap thunder, Rock!" Mickey shouted, as if this was somehow going to turn Rocky into an actual storm cloud. Rocky wasn't sure if he should be worried about his opponent or whether he'd need to visit a plumber afterward. Either way, the idea of his digestive system channeling the weather didn't sound like something that was covered by insurance.