Had a head cold last week and used an old ratty cotton T-shirt as a hanky. When I was better, I threw it in the garage. I was painting today in the garage and didn't want to get my nice shirt dirty so I saw an old t-shirt in the corner of the garage and put it on to paint.
Later, I came in the house and wifey asked what the hell was on my crusty shirt.
I'm a pig.
Anybody beat that?
Later, I came in the house and wifey asked what the hell was on my crusty shirt.
I'm a pig.
Anybody beat that?