Apparently Santa doesn't know what size I wear, though, as he got me a size too big. It happens a lot--my rear is surprisingly petite. Today a trip to Target alleviated that problem. (They didn't have any larger rears, but they did have smaller underwear.)
And now my belated Christmas present to you, dear blog readers, a picture of me wearing my new underwear:
...keep scrolling...
...you're in for a real treat...
...and here you go, a picture of me wearing my new underwear:
And looking pretty darn sexy, with that extra chin!
At least Santa knew to bring you Hanes Boxer Briefs. They'd be my favorite present, too--as long as they came with Michael Jordan in them!
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ReplyDeleteWooy!
Sis: No MJ in mine, but I'm okay with that. I prefer my underwear unworn.
ReplyDeleteTh.: I have no idea what that means, unless it's just that you're overwhelmed with my sexiness.
You make me laugh!! Somehow my word verification "imacilys" fits. Mmm. Imacilys.
ReplyDeleteDidn't mean to publish that last one anonymously. Really. It's me. One of the trifecta of Fobland. That won't be correct, but I said it anyway. It's late. Sue me.
ReplyDeleteWho needs underwear when you get BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, SEASON 3?!?!?!
ReplyDeleteOhhhh, yeeah.
Creepy Anonymous Stalker Person: Imacilys too.
ReplyDeleteKari: Oh, phew. Anonymous commenters scare me. Viva la trifecta!
Rebecca: I don't know, that doesn't sound very comfortable...