People don't ask Jay-Z to take his shirt off when he rhymes.
Hello, Aaron," Brigid said, sliding up to him and running a finger down his chest. "You're looking good. . . as always. " Aaron lifted her finger off his shirt and let it drop. "Put some clothing on, Brigid. " She smiled up at him. "Why? Tempted?" "Yeah, to cover my eyes.
You look ridiculous,” Wren said. “What?” “That shirt. ” It was a Hello Kitty shirt from eighth or ninth grade. Hello Kitty dressed as a superhero. It said SUPER CAT on the back, and Wren had added an H with fabric paint. The shirt was cropped too short to begin with, and it didn’t really fit anymore. Cath pulled it down self-consciously. “Cath!” her dad shouted from downstairs. “Phone. ” Cath picked up her cell phone and looked at it “He must mean the house phone,” Wren said. “Who calls the house phone?” “Probably 2005. I think it wants its shirt back.
You really do hate me, don't you? I mean, destroying someone's ice-cream cone? That's vicious. " Her cheeks reddened. "I didn't see you there. Honestly. " She wiped at his shirt more frantically, as if she could prevent it from staining if she rubbed hard enough. "Oh, now I see your plan, and it's far more devious than I thought. " Daniel smirked. "You were looking for an excuse to grope me.
A lot of my wounds have healed. They have left scars, and I can either hide my scars, put a long sleeve shirt on, and cover them up. Or, I can show them off and say, "Yeah, it happened. "
I think I'm an abstinence symbol. If I take my shirt off, people will not have babies.
I have a great plain blue shirt from APC, and a denim one from Dolce that I wear constantly. It's hard to find the perfect denim shirt, but this is it.
This shirt is dry clean only. Which means. . . it's dirty.
My fans want my shirt. They can have my shirt. They put it on my back.
I do not mean to suggest for a moment that all it takes to be a top executive is a custom-tailored European suit. You also need the correct shirt and tie.
The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine’s Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine’s Day on February’s shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed.
I find that a shirt is most similar to a napkin when I don't have a napkin.
I find it hard to relax around any man who's got the second button on his shirt undone.
I've been offered 'Celebrity Fit Club', where you have to take off your shirt and get on a scale. I got kids, man. I'm not going to humiliate myself. I'd rather drive a cab.
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip. . . and probably move in. That would be fun. I really liked Jacob, but I had a feeling he'd borrow my clothes.
They can't expect anyone to actually pay for a shirt that says, 'I (picture of an elephant) the San Diego Zoo. ' What does that even mean?
Place unopened pouch in warm water for 5-10 minutes. Unopened pouch may be laid on a warm surface. Lay unopened pouch in direct sunlight. Not much chance of that down here. Place unopened pouch inside you shirt, allow you body temperature to warm your MRE. I was surprised they left out: Place unopened pouch on ground and pee on it.
I would never play in England in another shirt other than Arsenal's.
My suggestion for a fast style upgrade would be to embrace a pop of color or pattern. Try layering a bright, pullover knit on top of a dress shirt with a subtle or bold pattern.
I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy it hurts.