One to Two Minute Short Humorous Stories on Shirts and T-Shirts - Facebook Updates
Branded shirts are expensive even after discounts. Last evening I saw this sign board which said, "75% off on the branded shirts". I curiously checked the cost of these shirts to realize that it still takes half of my salary to afford this brand.Glue works on shirt buttons too. last evening, one of the shirt buttons weaved off of my favorite shirt and I had no time to stitch it. So, I applied glue to paste the button on the shirt and used safety pin from behind so that it looks as if the button is doing the holding. it worked!
I end up dancing in front of shopkeepers while searching for money in my pockets. I:"How much?" Shopkeeper:"20 bucks" I:"A moment please" hands on shirt pocket;no money. hands on left front pant pocket; no money. hands on right front pant pocket; no money.hands on left back pant pocket; no money. hands on right back pant pocket; money but torn.
I have been noticing this since my childhood with ready-made clothes. These ready-made clothes come with sizes that are either little big or little small for me. For instance, if I go for shirt size 40, it is little big for me and 39 is little small. I would be happy if these garment guys could come up with sizes like 39.3, 39.6, 39.8, 40.3...
I hope god learns this idea and apply it next time while creating human beings. The idea of of restarting the computer when Windows Operating System fails to operate properly. Imagine this, today morning, I wake up, and fight with my wife, Restart. My child spills a cup of coffee on‑ my office shirt and I’m disturbed. Press Restart. My boss blasts me for bad performance. Restart or—switch off.
I must teach my 3 yr old son how to eat an icecream; otherwise he is not going to stop contributing to our water scarcity problem everytime he has one. Recently, he had an icecream; the only place the cream couldn’t reach was his eyes. The icecream was dripping all over his face. To add on, he squeezed the icecream cup to stain his shirt and shorts. I had to pour 2 buckets of water to clean this guy.
I should stop my son being too creative as it affects my quality of living. Last evening , he was using my shirt hanger as a bike steering. I say "Son, please return the shirt hanger, I must hang my shirt" he goes "Dad, how is my new bike, drrrrrrr....." Now I hang my shirt on one of the door knobs.
Life is a boomarang, whaterever I say comes back to me. Last week, there was a power cut when my 5 year old son was watching one of his favorite programs in cartoon network. He was upset and I, like a saint, advised him, "Relax son, life is like that. cool down! learn to accept hurdles. Cheerup my boy!" and yesterday, he accidentally spilled coffee on my white shirt and I was about to let my frustration out, "YOU...." and he interrupts, "Relax Dad, life is like that. cool down! learn to accept hurdles. Cheerup my dad!"
Life is way too contradicting between myself and my 3 year old son. Recently, the office , where I work, came up with brand new vision for the organization and they distributed t-shirts, pamphlets and goodies to all of us saying, "Be smarter, accomplish new goals, reach new heights, strive achieving new vision..." etc. On the other hand, the school, where my son studies, insists all the kindergarten students to compulsorily go to sleep during school hours, on their study desks, for at least one and a half hours everyday. In fact this sleeping exercise is part of their school syllabus. I wonder who is lucky! Me or my son!
My 3 year son should understand that there is something called coincidence. Recently, I was yelling at him for one of his bad behaviors; meanwhile, I was also helping him wear his new shirt that has a zipper instead of shirt buttons. While yelling at him, I pulled the zipper and his skin got trapped and wounded. He assumes that I did it intentionally to hurt him. Now, He hates me thinking that I punished him.
Sometimes, I lose the real message while admiring my son's cuteness. Last evening, pointing hands towards my shirt, my 3 year old son, with a fearful face, said, "lizze, lizzee", I was thinking to myself, "How cute, he has learnt another new word, lizze, see his cute fearful face, I wonder how god creates such beautiful expressions on kids. By the way what does this 'lizze' really mean?" Slowly, I turned towards my shirt where he was pointing, right below the collar, "eeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkks, lizard!!!!!!!" I almost fainted.
