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I have a black and white striped shirt with collar and wrists is a very light shade of gray. Yesterday, I decided to wash it immediately after I got out the shower. Shoved it into the washing machine one of the Arab so-called "Shemagh" - a scarf and green boxer shorts with. Normally this combination would certainly be perfected only each other, but I did not take into account (in good faith) that none of this could have been surreal. Well, I noticed when I took them out of the washing machine, that this very elegant shirt sleeves and collars were clearly infiltrated a brand new color, which is unlikely, at least I needed an urban concrete jungle. In fact, believe it or not, these parts were green shirt! Oh "OMFG", with regard to this point. It was the first fucking expensive dress shirt, and not as some less than a year old which had been used exactly four times. Now and then it is colored green on strategic points?!? Yeah, u need to obviously buy a new one, however, the source now and then to get a new ... Gothenburg Åhlens upstairs! Holy shit fucking .. Well, okay, so now we know that the Arabs "Shemagh" - scarves are pretty fucking country stuff when they are put into the washing machine. Damn, I'm calling the U.S. Army Special Forces to "Hadjin" after that sold me the color green permeable Shemagh (I know of one shop!). Or better yet, "Sipoo Hemvärnet" perhaps strikes junk food a pig into the shop in Helsinki .. "Sa hjuva to buy a scarf, junk food the village is warm .." junk food , Fucking, Al-Qaeda Satan ... Now, as I write this, so the matter is the way that I put it over the machine in the hope that the new "subdued" - coloring paidassani fade to even a little bit off, "even a little bit." I have to hope for the best, otherwise I will have to be ashamed to throw that shirt for so-called "veke", or donate it to a even before that I like wearing it in public. Pissed off feelings continue to update my shirt, and the fate of the strike knocked unconscious as long as the washing machine has been treated with a shirt again.
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