on the road, & in my hotey tote. Not the classiest...but its five minutes away from the job tomorrow; and it has a pool. Goin thru my bag, to dig out clothes for tomorrow, I discovered a pair of womens panties. Of course they belong to my wife; no doubt accidentally mixed up when I last did laundry at home. How am I sure? Because its occasionally happened before, and when I bring them home they are always accepted, no questions asked. Besides a high class escort or stripper would certainly--I hope-- have some fetishy Victoria Secret thongy kinda deal (not to mention also being outta my league & price range), The skanky self disrespecting hoes that I might otherwise encounter at the Red Carpet Inn of Gastonia, on the other hand, dont wear panties...so I hear. This has been another awkwardly inappropriate update from the front lines of drunken idiocy.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 00:58:25 +0000
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