Where's the Apostrophe?

I asked myself when I saw a pretty black woman wearing a shirt that said

"Black's Where Its At"

And I thought, I musta read that wrong.... but noooo, that's what the shirt said. Now, I'm not the literary genius type, you can find plenty of errors here without even trying very hard... But I don't make T-shirts for a living. So what's wrong with the shirt? Shouldn't there be an apostrophe on the "its", isn't that word supposed to be a contraction? If not, then the word "its" is the object/subject of "black" or something. I tried to make the sentence make sense, but I mustn't be smart enough...

Or is there some secret place called "Black" where I can find that elusive thing, that "it", that we can ever seem to remember?

dinner was terrible

It all started when I went to feed my friend's dog and cats. And raid her garden. I got, amongst other things, several beeyoutefull tomatoes and several sprigs of basil. To which I added several cloves of garlic, salt and pepper, cucumber, and a tiny splurck of olive oil. And into the fridge it went.
Then, I took fresh asparagus and rolled it in a combination of olive oil, salt and pepper, and garlic powder. And to the side it went.
Then, I took a peeled a pound of shrimp and soak it thoroughly with the juice of a lemon, pepper and salt, and some more garlic powder. And to the side it went.
And it was about then that I remembered we still had a few Coronas left from our party a few weeks ago (if you can believe THAT) and into the freezer they went.
(The Sam Adams was already cold)
And then Dear Hubby took the shrimp and asparagus outside to the grill and onto the grill they went. My Dear Hubby grilled the shrimp and asparagus to perfection, uh, I mean, horribleness.

It was the worst dinner I ever had. I could not, in good conscience, allow Pete and Re-Pete to eat that tomato/e concoction. (But we fought over the shrimp. Pete even ate extra salad so she could have more shrimp. Poor thing, she'll probably be up all night with the squirts.

It was so bad
{{How bad was it?}}
It was sooo bad that Dear Hubby said we should have grilled shrimp and asparagus at Blogtoberfest. I don't think I can do that to you people that might go. Please. Don't make me.