So you are playing around with some shell scripts and all of a sudden you have this insatiable desire (aren't *all* desires insatiable?) to throw down a tall cool one. But you are stuck in the central nerve center of your netop late friday night (early saturday morn), knee deep in a tangle of fiber and switches, far far away from the nearest hop-stocked fridge or pub...or so you thought... Just 'cd' into the nearest /pub and use your favorite paging util to down a few and you'll feel right as rain... Available on a heather forest (greyish-green, er greenish-grey) shirt with a shell prompt and 'cd /pub' and 'more beer' written in white. Note that some action shots show the shirt in a leaf-color (greenish-blue, i mean bluish-green), which is no longer available.
Appreciated by Linux & Unix programmers/users and will intrigue your beer buddies who don't program. They might think it's DOS. :-)
When you stare in front of a black screen with white text long enough, you begin to think in line commands. Look intelligent in a crowd of propeller heads or non-geeks - all will think you know what you're talking about, non-geeks will be in awe, and propeller heads will accept you into their brotherhood.