In Defense of Stains

exactly what it sounds like

Now That’s What I Call Blotches, Vol. 734. [Photo by Dan Cristian Pădureț on Unsplash]

I begrudgingly concede to the universe that every garment I own is sullied in some way. Before you bowl my pronouncements into the gutter, I am not talking DNA evidence slash bodily fluids. Wait. No, actually. Some are drool. From me. I RECANT. 

(But, let me be clear, n…