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I am of the opine that pins must be free . I was down to my last shirt . Laundry day tomorrow . It was a birthday shirt . You know , the kind that aunt Milly gives you . Ugly as sin and a poor fit to match .
Unwrap the package did I with trepidation. You see I knew what I was in for.
Dear old Aunt Milly had given me two shirts . Thats why this one waited eight months for me to be desperate enough to open it. PINS !
Really not that many . They even has white plastic heads on them so maybe I would keep a couple . I quickly dislodged the red herring ones . The ones in the open that ruse you into thinking "Hey maybe there are no more ."
That is where the machiavellian cads had their undoing . They put too many pins in . No matter how clever they were they left a couple poking out from deep inside the recesses of the shirt . Those pint sized pricks were soon foiled.(keep your mind out of the gutter. I meant the pins.)
Finally, search as I may I couldn,t find any others . Thats when I had a rude awakening.
One of them thar puny prodders got me !
Those twisted bastids . They pulled the double whammy on me . Cleverly lulling me into complacency and then allowing me to think I had foiled them at the last .
They took a fold of the tail and inserted a pin from the inside . All that was visible was my pride in having circumvented their shenanigans .This false god was soon to be punctured by their evil deed .
To add insult to injury . I found another in plain view where you would undo the first button . It was a clear indication they were just toying with me .
Its all over now . I,m wearing the shirt like a flag of disgrace .
Full of pin puncture prudence . :thumbdn:
Unwrap the package did I with trepidation. You see I knew what I was in for.
Dear old Aunt Milly had given me two shirts . Thats why this one waited eight months for me to be desperate enough to open it. PINS !
Really not that many . They even has white plastic heads on them so maybe I would keep a couple . I quickly dislodged the red herring ones . The ones in the open that ruse you into thinking "Hey maybe there are no more ."
That is where the machiavellian cads had their undoing . They put too many pins in . No matter how clever they were they left a couple poking out from deep inside the recesses of the shirt . Those pint sized pricks were soon foiled.(keep your mind out of the gutter. I meant the pins.)

Finally, search as I may I couldn,t find any others . Thats when I had a rude awakening.

Those twisted bastids . They pulled the double whammy on me . Cleverly lulling me into complacency and then allowing me to think I had foiled them at the last .

They took a fold of the tail and inserted a pin from the inside . All that was visible was my pride in having circumvented their shenanigans .This false god was soon to be punctured by their evil deed .
To add insult to injury . I found another in plain view where you would undo the first button . It was a clear indication they were just toying with me .
Its all over now . I,m wearing the shirt like a flag of disgrace .

Full of pin puncture prudence . :thumbdn: