Ah... that shirt..
Right before spring quarter of my freshman year, I had the opportunity to move out of my standard 2 person Morrill Tower room into one of the rare single rooms, which I jumped on. My roommate had that shirt hanging on the wall. I provided the carpeting for the room. While moving shit out, I offered to let him keep the carpet for the shirt. He reluctantly accepted since I pretty much had him by the balls.
I wore the shirt proudly for several years, until a random night where I got an offer to watch this hot chick put it on if I let her keep it. Mmmkay....
Fast forward, the next year's The Game came around, and I drunkenly made a phone call asking for the shirt back. She dropped if off the next day, no questions asked. It's in my washing machine right now, getting ready for the weekend.
Such a good shirt. And that carpet was pretty nice too.