Lose One’s Shirt Over It

(I’m at home with my boyfriend and our roommate.)

Roommate: *looking at my bf’s shirt* “That is an awesome shirt! I’m really jealous that you have that shirt.”

Boyfriend: “Thanks.”

Roommate: “If it ever goes missing and you never see it again, you’ll know why.”

Me: “Unless he sees you wearing it.”

Roommate: “Well, it’s kind of like finding a huge pile of drugs; you sit on it until they forget about it.”

Me: “There’s one major difference between [Boyfriend] and drug cartels. [Boyfriend] will never forget who stole that shirt.”