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Citruscide
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Ok, as some of you may know... I have a certain relationship with my shirt... things get spilled on it... and I yell at it, insult it... it's a love/hate relationship... but one thing I know... this shirt, is the SHIRT OF MY LIFE...
So, over the weekend... on Saturday night, I was wearing a new Nike shirt... it was that soft Dry-Fit material... I was watching Christina Agularia's "Beautiful" video as I was channel flipping... and my shirt... it started to CARESS me... Being that it was hot ass material... I touched it back... I touched my lips to it... but I didn't put my tongue on my shirt...
Now, all this time, the shirt I usually wear and yell at is at the cleaners on an extended leave... to get some sauce stains out... I know that my shirt isn't caressing other people... and I feel so guilty...
I want to tell my shirt about the Dry-Fit Nike shirt... how it's black texture stimulated my skin as I sat on the leather couch.... but it would destroy him... and my shirt means everything to me!!!
I mean, is it really cheating on my shirt? It's not my fault it is at the cleaners for so long, or that the cleaners is closed on the weekend... If my own shirt were home, I would have never caressed that shirt, but DAMN... when you are sitting on the couch with a HOT ASS Dry-Fit Shirt... it's so hard to resist!! And, it isn't anything that wouldn't happen at a department store changing room...
Please advise me, I'm seriously thinking of committing fashion suicide and wearing only cut-off Barry Manalow At the Mandalay shirts!!
C-ditty
So, over the weekend... on Saturday night, I was wearing a new Nike shirt... it was that soft Dry-Fit material... I was watching Christina Agularia's "Beautiful" video as I was channel flipping... and my shirt... it started to CARESS me... Being that it was hot ass material... I touched it back... I touched my lips to it... but I didn't put my tongue on my shirt...
Now, all this time, the shirt I usually wear and yell at is at the cleaners on an extended leave... to get some sauce stains out... I know that my shirt isn't caressing other people... and I feel so guilty...
I want to tell my shirt about the Dry-Fit Nike shirt... how it's black texture stimulated my skin as I sat on the leather couch.... but it would destroy him... and my shirt means everything to me!!!
I mean, is it really cheating on my shirt? It's not my fault it is at the cleaners for so long, or that the cleaners is closed on the weekend... If my own shirt were home, I would have never caressed that shirt, but DAMN... when you are sitting on the couch with a HOT ASS Dry-Fit Shirt... it's so hard to resist!! And, it isn't anything that wouldn't happen at a department store changing room...
Please advise me, I'm seriously thinking of committing fashion suicide and wearing only cut-off Barry Manalow At the Mandalay shirts!!
C-ditty

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