Welcome to "What the Shirt, the Blog?"

Let me start off by saying that I'd like to thank all of you for making this blog possible. I'd like to thank all of you for making this blog possible.

Now you might be asking, "What is 'What the Shirt, the Blog?'" But after you understand, you will ask, "What the shirt is 'What the Shirt, the Blog?'"

But seriously, this is just the blog about the shirt, which is why it's called "What the Shirt, the Blog." The real shirt, the one to which this blog is dedicated, was a tight one worn by my girlfriend. She threw off her sweater, and then I saw it. It was white and form-fitting. I was in my 9 o'clock stupor, after spending 10 hours that day doing 25 minutes of productive work, so I said, "What the shirt is that?" The phrase started to run in an auto-reverse loop out of my mouth for the full 3 minutes of the ensuing love-making session.

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It's been a year since that night. While the phrase has been abbreviated (I dropped the "is that"), it has not been forgotten, though its meaning continually evolves:

"Where the shirt is my shirt?" (looking for my shirt while leaving for to Prime Time)

"What the shirt?" (the blog)

"I feel so shirtless." (telling my girlfriend how miserable I feel after not getting my eight)

"Shiiiiirt!" (oh yea, party time, hangin' out with the boys)

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