Got into a discussion today with a wrinkled shirt guy and a girl. The girl asked the guy why his shirt was wrinkled. She asked if he’d ever heard of an iron. He proceeded to look at her, look at me, and then look at her again. “Guys don’t iron. We do that thing with a wet rag in the dryer. Or we put in in the shower. But we never iron. That’s just gay.”
And gay it is.
Oh, well maybe you two haven’t seen the newest fashion to hit the streets?
