Not My Underwear
I was just headed to bed and realized, after having worn them for the past three hours, that these are not my underwear. They just don't feel right.
And I thought to myself:
These are not my underwear.
These don't feel like my ugly white cotton granny panties.
Yup, they're a size 6, definitely not mine.
Then, who's are they?
They were in my underwear drawer.
Therefore they came out of my clean laundry basket...
But they're not mine.
Disturbing.
I do my laundry at the on-site laundry mat for my apartments.
I'm wearing one of my neighbors's underwear!!
OH. MY. GOD.
All I can do is pray that they are Bonnie's or even Annie's, I'm pretty sure they aren't Neva's, white cotton just isn't her thing.
At least I know they were clean.
I need to go change now. Just thought I'd share, since I found it amusing.
And I thought to myself:
These are not my underwear.
These don't feel like my ugly white cotton granny panties.
Yup, they're a size 6, definitely not mine.
Then, who's are they?
They were in my underwear drawer.
Therefore they came out of my clean laundry basket...
But they're not mine.
Disturbing.
I do my laundry at the on-site laundry mat for my apartments.
I'm wearing one of my neighbors's underwear!!
OH. MY. GOD.
All I can do is pray that they are Bonnie's or even Annie's, I'm pretty sure they aren't Neva's, white cotton just isn't her thing.
At least I know they were clean.
I need to go change now. Just thought I'd share, since I found it amusing.
posted by AnywhereEden | 10:02 PM
8 Comments:
Show them to ole sparkle legs and see if she recognizes them. OH and if she did it on purpose! ::dramatic music score::
I've worn my shirt backwards for most of the day. That was fun. :)
Sorry, they were mine!
Ooooh, what's it feel like wearing Satan's bloomers? Do tell!
You haven't blogged in two whole days, are you ok?
I think she's still scrubbing herself clean.
Ha. I'm clean. I was just busy.
I have had underpants that worked their way into my jeans leg in the dryer, not mine, my daughters, fall out of my jeans leg at the bank while I stood in line to speak to a teller. It was not a pleasant experience.
I have put on my then boyfriend's, later my husband's, under ware in the car after a mad session of whoopee on a dirt road, when a car came screeching up behind us with it's brights on. To hell with him, I was putting something on my a$$. He jumped between the seats fully naked and started the car, because I wouldn't give him his shorts.
I have even cut underwear that were damaged from the curse, off while in a stall at a college restroom rather than having to wear them all day long...but I have never put on anyone else’s, oh wait, yes I have, when I lived at home with my sisters, all underwear was fair game.
I know, more information than was necessary. XXX, Lori
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