Look Up…Look Down…
…my pants are falling down.
Not quite as quickly as Sergei’s, but my butt (but/butt) is mos-def swimmin’ in my pants today. Niiiiiiice.
If only my breasteses wouldn’t lose weight, too…dammit.
Short post today, the boys in the cubes are nipping at my heels (and trying to pull my too-big pants down), so I leave you with one question:
Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever made whoopee?
(Didn’t have to be sex, could be high-school fumbling in the back of an extended crew cab truck at the drive-in movie theatre and he had no shirt on and you had your top off and bra almost off when the security guy came by with one of those headlight flashlights and yelled, “Git yer heds ‘bove the seat now!”, and wouldn’t leave until you dressed in front of him. The dirty bastard.)