Wrinkleless shirts, my ass! This morning, I woke up, took out my favorite work shirt and took a look – yep, it didn't need ironing. So, I put on my coat (hey, it was chilly) and head out to the office. As soon as I get in, I take off said jacket and take a look at the shirt – it looks like I slept in it. Wrinkleless, my ass.
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