Labels: Erotic Stripper Chick, for Michael

Michael's shirt said EROTIC STRIPPER CHICK. "Huh?" he uttered, seeing what it said. Why would something like that be in his closet? And why didn't he feel like taking it off? He looked over at his wife and was even *more* shocked to see *her* shirt's "message". It was probably the most obscene thing he had ever seen his wife wear. It was so obscene that even *he* didn't like it. "I've gotta go," his wife said suddenly, turning to leave. "Go? Go where?" he asked. Patricia stopped. That was a good question. She felt like she needed to go somewhere, but she just couldn't remember where she needed to be.