Photo Sharing T-Shirts

'I can't come over to play video games after school. I'm teaching an adult education class on using the internet to download and upload music and photos.'

I'm going to set up a Twitter account

A chatting flight attendant wears out another with hundreds of dog photos.

"Just bring me something that's going to look good on social media."

"If it doesn't happen on Facebook, it didn't happen."

"I love that you still call me 'honey'."

"She looks just like in your photos."

'I'm sorry. I probably should have talked to to you before I took down our wedding photo and put up a picture of my jet.'

Wanna talk about it?

Girl to girl: 'A friend is someone you don't have to call dibs with.'

'You put it down for five seconds. I get it now.'

'I don't care if he is the most interesting man in the world, his tweets about what he had for breakfast are still boring.'

"Congratulations! It's a boy! Quickly nurse! Get her phone and upload a picture to facebook!"

Sonographer and pregnant couple looking at images of the fetus on a screen with options to share the image on various social media platforms

'Mom, can't we stop to look at the Grand Canyon?'

"I'm majoring in Communications with a minor in Leaking!"

'You know, it isn't the mother's texting while delivering that bothers, it's those damn selfies they upload to Facebook.

"I feel like my emotional baggage is permanently stuck on the luggage carousel."

"Now, is this the kind of painting you mommy would be proud to post on her Instagram?"

Darlene, my intelligence tells me that your fiance is a slob. What intelligence, Rudy? Surveillance photos – dirty clothes and towels thrown on the floor. Dishes piled up in the sink. That's my Mel? How did you get those? Top-flight government spy methods. House of Java.net Cybercafe.

"Remember the days we could drink and party all night and we thought guys in their 50's were old geezers?"

'This reminds me of something funny. Remember the day I was shopping in that china shop and suddenly sneezed?'

"Say 'cheese'!"

"We'd like somewhere off the beaten track but Instagram friendly."

Littletown High School. And that's where Bubba Parker stomped me

"Slow down. This stuff is gold, I’m tellin’ ya! Gold!"

". . .Release the Grunwalds now! Do not make us resort to force!"

'Normally I don't mind regifting but on occasion you get back the same hideous thing you tried to get rid of.'

"Look at me then... What the hell happened?"

"Everyone here is bonding over pictures of their dogs."

"I can't wait to put this on my blog!"

Couple in bed. Man says: 'Are you BLOGGING this?'

'So tell me more about your mother...'

I used to swing from chandeliers. Now I move as quickly as possible from restroom to restroom.

'Mom calls this a diary where you write private thoughts no one else can see. What fun is that?'