Tag: clothing
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vintage
I walked into a record store wearing a ratty old t-shirt with the Georgetown bulldog across the chest and both the guys behind the counter were just flat-out wowed by it. “What an awesome t-shirt!” the first guy blurted out, when he saw it. The second guy eyed my shirt with a lustful twinkle in Read.
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sparklies
My Darling B and I spent the afternoon shopping for clothes. And here’s just one more reason I have to believe she’s the perfect match for me: We both feel that the only thing more painful than shopping for clothes is getting run over by a train. Wait, no: Shopping for a car is probably Read.
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rattiest
Behold! The rattiest t-shirt in our laundry basket! “I thought I had some ratty t-shirts,” My Darling B noted as she was folding the laundry this morning, “but this one of yours has all of mine beat!” I had a pretty good idea which one she was talking about, but I made her tell me Read.
This Is Drivel 