I have a huge, grey sweat shirt that I wear to work on Fridays.
It is a very comfortable sweatshirt and it is very huge.
Barry says that I look like a grey ball in it because it is huge and fits weird.
I wore it last Friday and didn’t put it away.
I found Barry squeezed into it on Saturday morning.
I had nothing to do with it, he just couldn’t resist it.
The temptation of the sweatshirt was too much for him.
He didn’t look like a grey ball. Not at all.
Getting it off was another story.
That is TOO funny!