Ok! My underwear may not be going to Japan after all now, but they will be going to Santa Barbara, CA. I think.... Santa something or other. (NO, not Clause, ha ha!) Somehow it's not the same.
I can't believe that I'm living vicariously through my underwear. I am actually disappointed they aren't travelling to Japan. How sad is that! [sigh] Maybe I should send a t-shirt instead. Then I can get patches or pins for it.
If I were to send a t-shirt (I don't dare say underwear) to your house...what would you write on it for Me? Tell me, I'll write it for you and I can be pathetic another way! If you want to send a picture, I'll get some of that there high falootin' printer paper that I can iron on the shirt with the very special photo you send. Or maybe not depending on what it is.
S.
All The Young Dudes
1 week ago
5 comments:
Glad to see you're okay. I was afraid your crew had found you and was forcing you to eat hagas again. LOL. Your undies are lucky, they get to go to California. Mine only made it to the end of the drive with the dog.
Sure, I'll send a pic if you want it. Do you want the chicken one?
I can't believe I'm living vicariously through your underwear.
i don't know if this is sad, or twisted brilliance, but it seems your unmentionables are gaining a fan base. LOL
(in BOLD print)
"I WENT ALL THE WAY TO PENNSYLVANIA AND ALL I GOT... Oh, wait. I AM a T-shirt. CRAP!"
Thanks Deb! I want it.
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