Threads

Nice threads, man," commented Donald when his buddy showed up one day in a snappy new suit. "Where'd you pick 'em up?"

Jim beamed. "My wife got them for me. Pretty sharp, huh?"

"I'll say. What was the occasion?"

"Got me," admitted Jim with a cheerful shrug. "I came home from work early the other day and there they were, hanging over the chair in the bedroom."