We only have one. It’s kinda kinda ragged, but it’ll do. I like to think that my old t-shirts go on to more exciting things in their next life. Perhaps it will be worn by some silicon beauty in a wet t-shirt contest! More likely by some homeless dude who lifted it from the thrift shop. Regardless, my t-shirt will serve you well — it’s see through when wet, and has all the latest haute homeless fashion panache. You can tell it was mine by the oil and the gasoline.