Given a choice of wearing a T shirt made from steel wool and fiberglass or being in your shoes at this exact time...I'd be wearing the shirt!
He sent me this just a minute ago.
Rant time. It's a small thing but it bugs me.
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Given a choice of wearing a T shirt made from steel wool and fiberglass or being in your shoes at this exact time...I'd be wearing the shirt!
He sent me this just a minute ago.
Most of my "tagless" dri fit shirts actually have a tag near the bottom seam, always on the left side if it's worn correctly . . .
I don't have a problem with the tag, but what Mfg makes a "good" quality T-Shirt today? I recently bought a bag of Hanes and the quality and fit has gone down in quality to polish rag use.
The Necks after two washes stretch out so bad, the arms are so short, I just want a good fitting long lasting T-Shirt.
Any recommendations?
The Necks after two washes stretch out so bad, the arms are so short, I just want a good fitting long lasting T-Shirt.
Any recommendations?
Braggart!
Amen! I no longer buy Dockers for that very reason. They've cheaped out on their zipper lengths. I am now forced to take a small tape measure with me to check the length of zippers on trousers I am considering buying.
Haggar seems to still make trousers with full-length zippers, so they're the brand I check first.
gjgalligan
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Life is tough in a first world country.....
All my tees have either pithy sayings or cartoons on them so I know to "point front towards enemy".
Also, my pantaloons are flashy, colorful PJ bottoms approved for Wal-Mart evening wear.
Also, my pantaloons are flashy, colorful PJ bottoms approved for Wal-Mart evening wear.
Just got three new UA tee’s for gym duty.
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Wow its nice to see I'm not the only curmudgeon here with that problem.
I didn't figure to get so many agreeing with me. I expected to get flamed for how minor an irritation it is.
Solidarity, Brother!
most new carhart overalls are really bad in this department. Along with tiny buttons on their union suits and lose what ever ya put in them pockets.
All my PJ bottoms have button flies. They don't rust.
Fold em right they go on easy. Now wearing my "you'll shoot your eye out" t-shirt. Been hacking tags off for decades. Old razor disposable on the threads. What underwear? Sweats almost all the time these days. I finally wore out my "Bubba Gump Shrimp Company" t-shirt. Been wearing it since the movie came out minus a few months. Really like the one with the Duck's bill taped up, says "Shut the Duck Up" LOL. Plenty of rags for car polishing. Then they are demoted to gun and tool cleaning.
ALSO NO POLYESTER WOMAN JUST COTTON
ALSO NO POLYESTER WOMAN JUST COTTON
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Heh heh heh . . . Your post shows that my problem is REAL.
It's tagless underwear. I keep putting my jeans on first. When folks at the local diner start pointing and laughing, it seems that something has gone wrong.
It's tagless underwear. I keep putting my jeans on first. When folks at the local diner start pointing and laughing, it seems that something has gone wrong.
Brought back a memory from 3rd grade, Eisenhower was President. The seam in the back of my pants ripped open. I wrapped the sleeves of my coat around my waist to hide my bare bottom. The teacher told me I could not wear it like that, so I had to tell her what my option would be, then she decided my apparel was "appropriate".
Grandpa Abbott was a Waterman. At the dinner table you could not leave the table until you ate your OYSTER STEW. YUK, they looked like $%^ and tasted worse, so I swallowed them whole. Only problem was in 1958 there were some VERY LARGE oysters in the Chesapeake Bay.
I choked and that big arse oyster flew out of my mouth, over the table an on the floor. Last oyster I ever ate in my life.
Apologies in advance for the off topic post, thought it might bring some laughter.
Grandpa Abbott was a Waterman. At the dinner table you could not leave the table until you ate your OYSTER STEW. YUK, they looked like $%^ and tasted worse, so I swallowed them whole. Only problem was in 1958 there were some VERY LARGE oysters in the Chesapeake Bay.
I choked and that big arse oyster flew out of my mouth, over the table an on the floor. Last oyster I ever ate in my life.
Apologies in advance for the off topic post, thought it might bring some laughter.
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My mother was a wonderful woman. The best I've ever known. But she wasn't a great chef. She scratch cooked comfort food, and sometimes it was uncomfortable food. Don't get me wrong, she made some fine meals and most of her everyday stuff was good too. And I was happy to get it.
But her boiled potatoes were infamous. I remember one night at the dinner table, we were having boiled potatoes, split in half before boiling. I would use my fork to mash mine, as I thought needing a steak knife for your potatoes was weird. As I went to mash a tater half, it slipped out from under the fork, shot across the table, narrowly missing my mother, hit the tile floor and bounced into a corner. For a second, we all stared at it, trying to comprehend what we had just witnessed.
Then, at the exact same moment, everyone except my mom just burst out in hysterical laughter. When we would tell the story later, my father would always end with, "Lucky it didn't break a tile. They don't sell those anymore."
I usually only wear Harley T shirts. The big billboard goes in the back. On the other hand I never realized how much room I’m wasting with my Wrangler zippers.
White Sharpie permanent marker....make an x......problem solved...you can thank me later.....
First world problems.
