Oh my God! How did you know? Yes, I would love to come down to your dark basement by myself to see your train collection! What’s that? Oh, you covered all the windows and made it soundproof so you don’t bother the neighbors….that makes sense.
After doing some extensive research (and by that I mean sh*t I just made up) we have concluded that at some point that shirt was once whole, and at another point in time it became stretched-torn and hanging on by the seams as you see it now. But for some reason our research cannot conclude when that point in time exactly was. However, the Issac Newton in me is guessing it occurred right when she put it on.
I love me some Elton John, but he is really starting to go out there with some of his looks.
I guess the bride of Frankenstein stayed in that lightning storm a tad too long.