W.S.S. Is what I like to call: WHITE SHIRT SYNDROME. Some of you may or may not have heard of it, but I'll tell you what it's all about. Just like the Hokey-Pokey. It's always nice to have a fresh, clean white shirt. You may have just washed it or bought it and immediately put it on. It makes you happy and cheerful knowing you have and/or own a nice, clean shirt. That is white. But then comes dinner. And what do you know, it's spaghetti night. That's a problem and a challenge. You're faced with a decision: Change shirts or accept the challenge. Majority of us accept the challenge. But why? Why do we not put something else on?! Why?! Our shirts are ruined!! It's always inevitable. Spaghetti stains! Everywhere! Even on your siblings forehead, though you're not entirely sure how that happens in the first place. But it's hilarious and cute. But your reaction to the stains on your nice, clean white shirt that is now tainted with spaghetti sauce and other relevant stains are negative emotions. ,_, The poor white shirts. What did they ever do to deserve such dirtiness? Why must they be so prone to getting dirty? Why? The horrors! *insert some clever quote about white shirt cleanliness* .-. I'm done. Feel free to agree or disagree with what I said or just completely ignore me. Have a good day or whatever time it is you have. .-.