Thursday, March 21, 2013

The curse of the t-shirt

As He has moved through his wardrobe, his little school chum has been the major beneficiary of the cast offs. Though for the record one must state that someone who is barely five foot something does look a little strange in His long cargo shorts. It is hard to work out if they are short longs or long shorts on His friend, but one is erring on the side of looong shorts. The friend of course fell in love with them and all their handy pockets... enough to overlook the fact that he nearly trips over the length. Men are such strange creatures...

As He has moved out of the larger sizes and is working his way towards a medium, his Tuesday night vanilla has become the lucky recipient of the clothing bags. See all along this process one small slave has been washing and folding and sorting clothes into bags with people's names on them... some of those clothes still had tags on them He has marched through them so fast.
And may one just say that his friends face lit up like a Christmas tree when he found a Judge Dredd t-shirt in the bag.
In fact it was pulled out of the bag and worn with an almost childlike smile wreathing his face. This was in spite of the fact that He was also wearing a similar Judge Dredd t-shirt at the time. Honestly it's a good thing that we weren't going out anywhere together... it was slightly creepy in a mini-me kind of way.

Now where things went a little wrong was the other night when one was putting away that other... now freshly laundered... Judge Dredd t-shirt and realised that one couldn't find its mate. The identical one to the t-shirt worn ... and judging by the look on his face is probably still being worn... by His friend the other night. Though his wife might have managed to prise it off his body while he was asleep... maybe

Searching for the missing t-shirt revealed it nowhere to be found...
How in the hell does a t-shirts disappear like that?
You can almost sense what is coming next can't you?
Yes that's right...
The message just came back from the vanillas... one small slave gave the friend the wrong Judge Dredd t-shirt. That is to say the large not the extra large shirt... which must have found it way into the bag for His little school chum by mistake. Worst of all one can't find another t-shirt anywhere on the net... well not in His soon to be size... in that design

As one sits here waiting to tell Him the good news that his missing t-shirt has been found, one can't help but feel that the argument that it was going to be too big in a couple of weeks won't hold much weight...
He's Scorpio... very Scorpio
Sighs it's been lovely knowing some of you...

2 comments:

lil said...

As one who has become convinced that her end is imminent, I look forward to your company.

Master's piece said...

Yay, company :D