I really love freshly laundered shirts. So much so, being a web internetist wankr, I took a pic of mine only recently washed and ironed. And being even more pretentious I immediately thought of The Great Gatsby.
“They’re such beautiful shirts”, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such such beautiful shirts before.”
I deserve to be mocked.