It's not all that and this is proof. Fucking button down shirts don't stay on.
That or i have to start buying extra extra large shirts. I fucking hate them. If only i did my laundry I wouldn't have resorted to wearing this.
TRUE STORY.
One day at the office I wore a button down shirt. Damn titties must have been lactating that day because the button popped at the clevage and hit the table. The meeting room table. Boobies exposed during a meeting. Good times. Lucky my notebook was in front of me but I'm sure everyone got a glimpse for free and didn't have to pay like you would in a strip club or Mardi Gras "Girls Gone Wild" Scenario.
