I don't buy new clothes that often. I generally can't be bothered to shop for the damn things, so much of my wardrobe is bought for me, which is fine.
However, it seems that on more than one occasion recently I have been in mortal danger from new clothes. You unwrap the cellophane from a shirt, or take the cardboard out of a polo-shirt, and slip it on. Ooooowwwww!
What sort of sadistic bastard puts those pins in the collars of shirts?
About Me
- Norbert Panhandle
- Like many people, I have thoughts, questions, opinions and ramblings filling up my head. I have had an urge to share my pointless (and sometimes not so pointless) mutterings with the folks on the Interweb for quite sometime now. I have finally got round to doing it. Feel free to enjoy, question, take offence or ignore me completely. Any of the above will leave me truly satisfied.
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