The trucker and I discussed recently how this was going to be the first year that I didn't get flowers from my father on valentines day. Considering the truckers rants about store bought flowers and some small town tenth grade girl that broke his heart and he wasted his saved money on flowers for her and it got him NOWHERE (pause for laughter on what THAT must have looked like).....Imagine my surprise last night when I came around the corner at work and found the back of a basket of beautiful flowers and snapdragons.
Now picture my face.....as I turn the basket around and find a hot pink thong strung across the front that says BABE in silver glitter. As I'm fumbling with the strings hooked onto the plastic LOVE sticks protruding from the flowers, the panties come unraveled revealing that they are about eight sizes larger then I am. Without missing a beat my coworker Jason(who thankfully was the only other person in my department last night) says....
Yea, sorry I stretched those out before I realized they weren't for me.
Happy Babe Day everyone
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Now that's some funny shit!
Where'd you get the new blog layout? I like it!
Oh how funny! And oversized underwear seems to be a new husband trait. Joe got me THREE PAIRS of size 10's the first Christmas we were married. At the time, I wore a 5. We laughed, turned one pair into an angel that graced our Christmas tree for a couple of years (before being stolen by movers) and sent the others to Grandma. Trust me....You will remember the underwear forever.
And you know that you werent the first person to touch that pair of underwear anyways so you were going to have to throw it out anyways and then go to alco and buy little girls underwear- ah ha ha something like that!!- ames
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