I have this friend who, one evening when he had myself and a few others over for company, wore this t-shirt that has variously been called the "anti-shirt" or the "unshirt". This item of apparel wasn't even an item of apparel anymore. The cotton was so thin it was like looking through wax paper, and it had more wrinkles than an elephant's kneecaps. This thing was so threadbare I don't even think it would have stood up to being put in the rag bag.
And the weirdest part about it? He didn't seem to understand what was wrong with it, or why anyone would find fault with it.