My husband’s crazy collection of T’s

Had been busy with some stuff, but I am back with a little taang twisting for my husband :D :D

The other day while I was doing laundry I suddenly felt some external powers in my house,,, I put one of Vijay’s T-shirt in the washing machine from our basket of dirty clothes… add some washing powder,,, when I was about to switch on the washing machine I see Vijay’s T shirt back in the basket… horrified was I… how did the T-shirt come back into the basket??? I suddenly notice how windy it is outside… there were weird sounds’ coming from the fire place… scared was I… I felt some body behind me… chanting some prayers I turned around… I saw the table cloth moving. Ooohhhh somebody was here just before I turned… suddenly I become all sweaty… I open the washer to see the t-shirt… to my surprise the t-shirt was there in washer too. I look into the basket, then into the washer… I go confused. Can T-shirts reproduce??? Was my first thought. How come there are two same T-shirts? Then I become little relaxed and come to senses… I take out the T-shirt from washer and then from the basket… I put them side by side… then I realize they actually are two different T- shirts. :):):) lol

When I first saw Vijay’s closet my first thought was ‘Yeh tho mera baap nikla’... I am myself crazy about clothes, and now… ‘we are made for each other’. But I have to confirm that I am not as crazy as Vijay that I would buy similar set of clothes. No wonder why they wrote in the ‘year book of IIM Calcutta’ about Vijay ‘his wardrobe is so big that it can be donated to flood hit Bangladesh twice’.

Here is the picture of Vijay’s Tshirt I was talking about… I don’t find any big noticeable differences other than colors of hangers :D :D can be sent to magazines to ‘find the differences’ column :D funniest part is that he didn’t realize they are alike until I told him. Infact he was defending himself pointing out at trivial differences.



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