The shirt reads: “i’m an adult in the same way a tomato is a fruit.”
Below it, a glossy red tomato with a green stalk, drawn in flat cartoon colour.
Technically correct, functionally not, and nobody treats it as one in practice. It is the most precise description of being in your twenties anybody has managed.
For anyone who has filed a tax return and still cannot cook, and for a joke that requires knowing one piece of botany.

































































