Grace Littleton, a 56-year old woman and devout Baptist, was sitting at home reading the day's newspaper, when suddenly her phone began to ring. She grabbed it and asked "Hello?"
"Hey, man," what sounded like a young man's voice said. "It's me, Nadine. I just wanted to tell you that me and Kelly were going to that new nightclub tonight. You should come along. I'm sure there'll be a whole lot of smokin' hot babes there."
Grace was shocked and a little disgusted. "Don't call here again, young man," she said sternly. She hated prank calls. Then she hung up the phone.
As she continued reading her newspaper, she reached over to her lemonade to take a sip, but ended up spilling it all over her blouse. "Oh bother," she said, putting her paper aside and standing up. She'd have to go put on a clean shirt.
But for some reason, she couldn't find any clean shirts in her closet. Apparently, she needed to do her laundry soon. But there was one clean shirt in there, in the back. She didn't usually wear T-shirts, but she couldn't very well walk around without a top on. So, she grabbed it and put it on.
It was only afterwards, though, when she noticed that there was something printed on it. She looked in the mirror and read the reflection. It said ...
