I remember always wearing wrinkled shirts back then because I didn't care about ironing or society.
I did that in the military. They were less keen and some shit hit some fans or whatever. So I got me some safety pins for my neckline and they shut the fuck up and my millennial self rejoiced.
I remember always wearing wrinkled shirts back then because I didn't care about ironing or society.
I did that in the military. They were less keen and some shit hit some fans or whatever. So I got me some safety pins for my neckline and they shut the fuck up and my millennial self rejoiced.
How does this safety pin trick work?
Anyone who said shit, he poked them with it.