i lay on my bed, staring at my own underwear hung like a roasted duck on a bamboo pole
why did i laid out my rented furniture in such a manner baffles me.
i'd rather have sun in my face then face the sun as i constantly depend on my laptop for work.
oh the wonders of a good macbook, now that i've gone to experience a whole new level of TV appreciation now that internet streaming is what i depend on
it ain't too bad at times, you listen to more music, read more books..........and stare at your own underwear
thinking where it's been, around the world in a laundry bag in east timor?
all the friends they've lost along the way after years of spin cycle, loss elasticity
they have the dirtiest job amongst all other clothes, nobody truly appreciates them unless they belong to the lingerie caste
yet we can't live without them, unless you love going commando
am i a brief or a boxer, am i supporting a big dick or a crooked one
when will my elasticity expire?
