There was a book a few years back, one of these touchie-feelie books, called Hug Therapy. Never read it myself, but it was quite popular with the older crowd at the library where my Mom works.
One of the old gentlemen was a real fan of the book, partly I suspect because it was a great excuse to hug young women. Anyway, he got himself a t-shirt made up that said:
Fine. So the old gent goes off to Mexico for the winter. In Mexico they've never heard of this book. They think his t-shirt says:
And that was the end of that t-shirt.