We all know the rules of the game. When it comes to a one-night-stand, we go in - and then go out. As soon as the act is done, preferably before breakfast is served if possible. But most of us don't have the luxury of coming to work late - and that hasty walk ( sprint? ) of shame through a strange neighbourhood usually leads us straight to the office.
Where we have to try our best to bury all evidence - lest we draw the curious gazes of the office gossips.
So what do we do? After all we fellows know that regular slacks can last a few days at the most - barring some unforeseen accident at the cafeteria. Socks and shoes are no problem as well. Briefs / boxers can be easily dispensed with if needed. Running about commando for one day is still somewhat acceptable.
But the shirt. Especially the working shirt that's a uniform for us average joes. Few bosses would allow an employee to strut about with his shirt wrinkled, mussed and untucked. Every single crease, dirt and smudge would appear on the unforgiving lines, practically a screaming red alarm announcing the sordid details of the night before.
So yes, you do need a One Night Stand Shirt.
Sandy : No, no, I'm a good boy I am!
Like the one hanging incriminatingly in Slim Sandy's car. Just waiting for luck - and that fortunate fellow - to come knocking at his door.
Paul : And what's this?
Sandy : A work shirt?
Paul : Hanging here by its lonesome on a weekend?
Sandy : Just in case.
Paul : It's a One Night Stand shirt, isn't it?
Sandy : Umm... no...
Paul : Umm... you're lying?
Sandy : No... no... I'm not...
With Sandy's fair cheeks flushed a flattering pink, he doesn't make a very convincing liar. Still, at least he's practical. No doubt he has a ready toothbrush and prophylactics tucked neatly into the front pocket!