Salsa Shark I'm going on vacation in a few weeks to some place warm. Thought it might be a good idea today to try on my shorts. All of them, except for four pairs, somehow shrunk in my drawer over the winter. So off to the mall I went. I picked up a few pairs of shorts, along with a big new suitcase. Can somebody please tell me when a suitcase started costing between $200 and $350? Who needs ballistic nylon encasing their bathing suit and suntan lotion? Apparently a lot of folks do because the suitcases I saw could withstand any sort of attack, foreign or domestic. Nice to know if, God forbid, the plane goes down, my underwear will remain intact inside my Samsonite. I better be careful what I pack. Somethings are better not found. I finished off my evening with dinner at a Mexican restaurant. That's when the Salsa Shark appeared. If only I had handy my new suitcase that doubles as a shark cage. Oh well, maybe I can try that feature while on vacation.
This is a picture of my hand resting on my desk at work. The time - approximately 2:30 pm. I wonder just how long has that dryer sheet been sticking out of the end of my sweater?
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that positioning makes it look like a tissue for your drippy nose.
:-)
:o)
Jude - they have liquid stuff? That might be better for me!
Monkey, I'm hoping not too many. Oh, I'm really hoping.
Definitely Solo! That will be my next trick.
Glad to hear I'm not the only one Lesbo. Hoping I don't do that again soon.
Ha! That's funny Small Town. Well, I guess a spare is good to have.
Hey What Plans! I haven't had this mishap with the pants yet but I don't doubt that will happen.
Not quite yet Ellie, but I'm getting to that point.
LOL Shrinky. Stipping does sound kind of kinky doesn't it. Please tell me you didn't have that experience with the knickers personally...
Hey CJ! I'm not sure what is worse - the zipper or the tp!
that made my day!
It reminds me of the time I was sitting in my boss's office, wearing a pant suit.
I had one leg crossed on top of the other and while sitting there chatting, I noticed something sticking out from under the cuff of my pant leg.
I started a gentle tug and found that I was in middle of no return and had to proceed to pull out a full pair of panyhose stuffed up my leg. It felt like a two-bit magic act. How the hell could I have not felt that before!?
We both had a good laugh.
Sherrill, Montreal