Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up late, throw on yesterday's jeans, rush out the door, run to the train, take the train to another station, switch to the tube, sit there like a sardine for 30 minutes, reading your book and studiously ignoring your fellow stiff-lipped travelers, only to realize, as you pack up your book and get ready for your final stop, that the underwear you wore the day before (and stripped off with the jeans last night) has migrated down the leg and has been hanging out the bottom, stuck to the velcro on your sneaker, for God only knows how long?
No? Oh, no...um...me neither.
Now with added nutrients.
Qu'est que cest?
- Psycho Kitty
- Still bitchy--just not here. If you need to know where, ask lanya15 AT hotmail.
Labels
- BBQ (4)
- Because I said so (1)
- Breeder (12)
- Cranky (6)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2004
(84)
-
▼
December
(30)
- Lalalalalalala (I can't hear you)
- Sharper
- Speechless
- Memories...
- Just for a moment
- King of the Bungle
- Gentle Reader
- Getting to Know You
- Curse of the Hamtaros
- One might look first
- Well, why didn't you tell me?
- Bah humbug
- Virtual Discord
- Hayley
- Mummy!!
- Virtual Defense
- Inner Peace
- Karma
- The Moving Target of Fixated Desire*
- yeah, yeah, I know
- Ass Girl Triumphs!
- Argumentative? Am not!
- Ugh, Ugh, and Ugh Again
- Scorpio: Good at beginnings and endings
- And still I Love Egg
- oh.dear.lord.
- Transbuddha : Where Stu meets Pid.
- Satisfaction
- Only the Lonely
- Free at last
-
▼
December
(30)
This. That. The other.
Elle ne sait pas s'habiller.
3 comments:
Oh, I laughed out loud at this. Yeah, it's happened to me. More than once.
Back when I worked in an office, I had the underwear bunched up under my ass in my nice clingy knit pants, so clingy you can practically see the pattern on the underwear. And I didn't notice it until halfway through the morning. And then, what the hell do you do with your dirty underwear then?
Uh...burn it in effigy? :)
Post a Comment