It's the must-have present for the man in your life - a shirt that won't show sweat patches. Hold back the hoardes, this will be massive, Buzz Lghtyear eat your heart out, you are so on the scrapheap now!
Who could resist? All the girls will be buying at least two for their guys. How thrilling on Christmas morning: "Tristram, those dreadful pit patches will be a banished from your life!" How terribly touching, must wipe away a tear.
Will she give him a cute little tongue scraper as well for the dog breath, or cream for the irritating piles? Everything to fulfil his wildest fantasies. How fascinating to think of labs where they are beavering away on such wonders of invention as no-sweat shirts. Can't fault the science, must have been a wonderful eureka moment for somebody. A Nobel prize is but a moment away.
Just thought a can of anti-perspirant would be cheaper. That should stop the sweat. Otherwise, where does it all go? Downward drip? Could we be looking at wet boxer tops here? Don't go there.
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