My life sucks because I can’t ever make white tshirts work for me.
Same thing all the time: What the fuck is that stain?! When did that even happen?! Why can’t I keep food in my mouth?! Why won’t food leave my butt alone?! Why am I such a failure in life?!
Why hello there, Black Tshirt, looks like you can’t get rid of me, not in a long while.