Look at me. What a piece of filth. “Gross, it’s a Gorby stain!” “Yes, God gave me this, and he made me bald. WTF?” Now, you might ask, “Why don’t you throw away your filthy, pit-stainy shirts, Stooks?” They’re undershirts, that’s why. It’s their job to sit there, under my shirt, protecting it from pit … Continue reading Pit stains