maby lunguge is not good

i've got on this white tshirt i found at salva army -- it's pretty basic. it's got white-ness with a few yellow stains here and there towards the bottom hem. probably from food -- maybe gravy, the thanksgiving kind that go on turkey and mashed potatoes.
it's a vneck.
usually i don't go for those... i think most vnecks are for tramps... the kind who don't understand that boobs are for breast feeding and boyfriends (or husbands, depedning on who you talk to) and not the public. don't let your fat spill out over your abercrombie shirt to beguile horny guys. personally -- keep that enticing spirit for your car at country road stop signs... i just don't want to see if you have a freckled bosom -- and more importantly, i don't want the boys i care about lusting after your immodest self.... but if you want my opinion on that -- just ask me.
anyways, so this vneck, white with yellow speckled shirt -- i started buying white shirts in abundance during my high school years -- for reasons known only to a few... but this one intrigues me -- not just because it has a long enough torso to fit mine and not even the 1997 thanksgiving food stains... it's just a shirt, you say... but for years, maybe decades someone else wore it to bed with flannel pants... this shirt might have been part of crazy sex nights where harold's mistress ripped it off his body while his wife was out getting groceries -- a single dad might have put it on after showering before picking up the kids half way for a mere, but happy, weekend where he and his kids will sit around and watch movies or play darts.
you never know, you see?
that's what makes it special.