Dressed appropriately as ever
It's underwear-free, super-tight tee Friday.
I put little thought into my size small shirt until, while I was mailing a package, the old coot servicing me began to stare at my chest. It took a few moments to realize that his point of focus was not in fact my swollen pectorals, nor the subtle trace of nipples, but rather the bold white text that read "THE POSTAL SERVICE - GIVE UP."
I put little thought into my size small shirt until, while I was mailing a package, the old coot servicing me began to stare at my chest. It took a few moments to realize that his point of focus was not in fact my swollen pectorals, nor the subtle trace of nipples, but rather the bold white text that read "THE POSTAL SERVICE - GIVE UP."