Wet Hot American Summer is one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces ever produced. That is not an opinion, but rather, the opposite of that. It is a fact.

If you haven’t seen the 2001 David Wain Cult Comedy, then you simply haven’t lived. I wish I could strap you to a chair and staple your eyes open, Clockwork Orange style, but you’d probably get rather upset. (Just watch the movie, sometime, okay? Then: watch it again. You won’t regret it.)

I’m writing this post on my online gournal because I want to give Rusted Wave a jumping high-five. They have created and are selling official Wet Hot t-shirts. They’re official because Michael Showalter said so.

Check these very awesome and very official Wet Hot shirts @RustedWave !!! http://t.co/XMSYnIup24

— Michael Showalter (@mshowalter) August 20, 2014

The logos tees are alright, but if I was to buy one (HINT, HINT wife, Mom, Mom2, friends, relatives, close relatives, distant relatives, person I met at a show once), I’d probably opt for the Hopkins Prize for Physics. Or maybe the tan Camp Firewood one, because after all, I do have too many gray shirts. But let’s keep it real: ALL of these shirts are beyond amazing. I’m sure even the can of mixed vegetables would agree.

Visit Rusted Wave and pick up one of your very own for $23.75 plus shipping. You can also follow them on Twitter.

So don’t fondle your sweaters…fondle these tees!