Let me get this straight. You fell asleep at the wheel of your car with the engine running, you told the officers you were at a party that started at 11am and then you old them you were at a party that started at 11pm meanwhile it was 5:20pm. Then you told the officers Taylor Swift was your girlfriend and was supposed to be driving you home but she left you because you got into an argument. Then you told the officer arresting you that you were about to go medieval on his ass and he was your enemy for life. When they asked you where you lived you told them that you have, "17 fucking houses" and to top it all off you're the co-founder of ugliest and dumbest looking footwear on the planet, Crocs. Is there anything else that I really need to say here? I doubt it. Here's your t-shirt, I award you no points and may god have mercy on your soul.
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