Today I’m performing a panty purge. A pile of 27 panties for your perusal, plucked from the pleasantly perfumed place reserved for some pretty, but mostly plain, underpants. Perhaps I should keep the pink pairs? Nope. They won’t stay put on my patootie.
Bon voyage, my pretties. Rest in peace.
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I was good. I only read the “article” in this post, as it were. – Marty
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Hahaha! I put them in a pile to avoid looking promiscuous….
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I hate when my panties don’t perch perfectly on my patootie.
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It’s a perpetual problem.
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