My room mate seems to think that one of our neighbors is some sort of homosexual practical joker. The facts:
- Fact 1: Every time he goes down the hall and does his laundry, he comes back with a pair of man panties that, he claims, are defiantly not his.
- Fact 2: well….there is none. Fact 1 should be hard evidence enough though, right?!
Pretty sure that he has about had it with these jokes, I slapped a face onto Tommy Hillfigers crotch zone, stuffed him up, made him squeak, put him in stiches, and sent him into the hallway for the dog to tear to shreads.
Charlie and I can now attest to how sturdy a good pair of under-roos are, after turning them into a new chew toy.