I greatly enjoy tagless tshirts. I know you can just cut the tags out of tshirts on your own in about 1 minute, but sometimes there is that scratchy stub left that still annoys the shit out of me and is possibly more annoying than the whole tag was to begin with. Also, then you can never remember what size the shirt was because of course with that brand you couldn't just buy your normal size, you had to get a different one and you don't know that because you had to cut out the tag made of goddamn steel wool so you could do something else besides itch your fucking neck all day...
I also greatly enjoyed The 40 Year Old Virgin. It was really funny.
Monday, August 29, 2005
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rose and i recently purchased tagless underwear, and it was all cool until the print of the size wore off in the wash, now it's hard to tell them apart. ah the joys of living at home.
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