The case of the missing cuff

A few days ago, I ventured into Dale’s closet to borrow a shirt to sleep in. I spied a long sleeve t-shirt hanging amongst his wardrobe and removed it from the hanger.

NI, bitches

I put it on, and it was not until an hour or so later that I made a discovery:

One of the cuffs had been cut off.

Now, I should say that I have been known to cut up t-shirts myself. I sometimes cut the collar off thus creating a roomier space for my neck while sleeping. Also, I like to pretend I am Jennifer Beals from Flashdance


Any-hoo, after examining the sleeves, I asked Dale,
“Why is a sleeve missing?”
A slow, half grin spread across dale’s face and after a moment he replied,

“some day, I may tell you.”

Then he walked away, leaving me utterly confused….as usual.

The suspense is killing me!!!