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Thirst for change that’s casually put on?
Answer for the clue "Thirst for change that’s casually put on? ", 7 letters:
t-shirt
Word definitions for t-shirt in dictionaries
Wiktionary
Word definitions in Wiktionary
n. (alternative spelling of T-shirt English)
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
1920, in reference to the shape it makes when laid out flat ( t-shirt is thus incorrect).
Wikipedia
Word definitions in Wikipedia
" T-Shirt " is a song recorded by American country music artist Thomas Rhett . It was released on February 16, 2016 via Valory Music Group as the third single from his second studio album, Tangled Up . The song was written by Ashley Gorley , Luke Laird ...
Usage examples of t-shirt.
Toed off my Keds, pulled off my socks, unbuckled my sword harness and dropped my shorts on the ground, pulled off my T-shirt with the Device of Aceta blazoned in magic marker, and stood there in my tight, white, Johnny Weismuller briefs.
Most of the restaurants in Anguilla were casual, but a few were quite elegant, and she had no idea whether her dinner companion would be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, or a sport jacket and slacks.
Most were Asian, the majority in jeans and T-shirts, but a couple sported Bangladeshi clothes appropriate enough on a day like this.
T-shirts and banners, there are choirs, musicians with traditional instruments and dancers in the national dress of the amaXhosa, amaZulu, Bapedi, Basotho, VhaVenda, amaPondo, Batswana.
I changed into shorts and a T-shirt, set the dining room table for two, went out to the barn to get birdseed to fill the feeders, and sat back down on the deck to read the New York Times and the Vineyard Gazette.
The boy is wearing a white T-shirt with a yellow calligram on the chest surrounded by a circle of yellow light, rainbow-colored at the edges.
Standing there in a white T-shirt and a Casaba baseball cap, he felt like a whitebread turkey in the middle of Harlem.
T-shirt was sleeveless, faint telltales of Chiba City circuitry traced along her thin arms.
T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up her shoulders as if they are holding ciggie packs.
The quaddie piloting the pusher, a dark-haired, copper-skinned girl named Zara in the purple T-shirt and shorts of the pusher crews, brought her ship smartly into alignment and clicked it delicately into the clamps on the landing spoke.
Wrinkled, grungy black T-shirt that satiny FILM SCHOOL with a clapsticks logo on the back.
T-shirt and her comfiest yoga pants, she could still see the sixteen-year-old girl she was before her life changed forever.
Dwight went off to bed in my old corner room upstairs, Cyl and I changed into gym shorts and baggy T-shirts for sleeping.
His tight T-shirt was more like a film than a fabric, and his mighty pecs, delts, traps, lats seemed to pump up before your very eyes.
A big fellow, the bartender, sort of an overgrown kid, with one of those sleeveless T-shirts cut to show off the delts and biceps.