tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17782569.post1188970810218811735..comments2024-01-08T07:09:52.908-07:00Comments on Poking and Peaking: One Fine DayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837529956827141862noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17782569.post-39638822753239372322008-04-25T13:20:00.000-06:002008-04-25T13:20:00.000-06:00Tshirts rock... its about the feel of them, the sm...Tshirts rock... its about the feel of them, the smell of them, how they seem to grow with you, and still fit no matter how many cheeseburgers you have consumed<BR/><BR/>I never throw them away. Ijust let them dieRiggstadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09724818580402350984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17782569.post-67687347036720175382008-04-25T11:47:00.000-06:002008-04-25T11:47:00.000-06:00I hear ya. I have so many t-shirts as well. I st...I hear ya. I have so many t-shirts as well. I still look at some shirts I have from the 80s. I don't have the heart to part with them. The shirts I get from the bar are easy to get rid of. But somehow I cannot part with a Night Ranger or Motley Crue shirt I haven't worn in 10 years.StBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01363699522256218332noreply@blogger.com