this tee shirt the other day in homage of the fact that he is usually bare-chested.
|Like, he so often doesn't have a shirt on that he needs to explicitly point on the times he does.|
Hey Blogstalkers! Sorry no second post last week. I was too busy writing a song for the old size zero dress I found with my clothes while unpacking. It was to the tune of CeeLo Green's classic anthem "F*ck You." And sort of went like