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I'm wearing the shirt of a dead guy. I don't know which dead guy exactly. It's not like I happened upon a crime scene and thought "ooh, shopping!" I went to an estate sale this weekend. The place was nearly cleared out from the day before but it was half price day when we arrived. So my wife and I went looking around and found a few shirts in his closet that I might like. It's strange, he's got the exact same waist and neckline I do. It fits almost perfectly. And the shirts were $2 apiece.
It's a tad itchy. I'll get used to it. But it's jut weird. I don't even know whose shirt it is. What if he die in it? What if he died in it and they didn't even wash it? What if it's what killed him? Holy crap! I'm in a death shirt!
Oh, and I got two HUUUUUGE whiskey snifters for a grand total of 75 cents.
It's a tad itchy. I'll get used to it. But it's jut weird. I don't even know whose shirt it is. What if he die in it? What if he died in it and they didn't even wash it? What if it's what killed him? Holy crap! I'm in a death shirt!
Oh, and I got two HUUUUUGE whiskey snifters for a grand total of 75 cents.