Or stuff the panties in the hose and reverse the blower. The first time his wife uses it, it’ll blow a dozen different sized panties out.
Won’t they share a laugh about that?
** Zen**, what is your * unusual* job?
He’s a priest.
Ow-WOOOOO!
I want my panties back, you two-timing peckhead.
Put on gloves, dump them in a washing machine, keep them in a drawer for those ‘I threw my panties out of the window in a fit of passion. Zen, do you have any spare, and a reasonable excuse as to why you do’?
…moments?
Mean idea: randomly walk around town and put them in the glove compartments of unlocked cars.
Show the lot of them to the next Jehova’s Witness to come by.
Hold up 30 convenience stores.
“Son, you got a panty on your head.”
Ask Mom to wash them?
your panties???
the lacy black ones are mine.
he he he he ---- bahhhhaaaahhaaaa
No lieu, I’m pretty sure that if he had moth balls he wouldn’t have nearly enough stamina for all that action.
Quilt?
Seriously, I occasionally had women’s clothing left at my place when I was young and single, but I was always aware of how and under what circumstances they were discarded. Color me confused. Are you telling us that women who come to your apartment for whatever reason spontaneously get the idea: “Hmmm…Zen101 isn’t watching, I think I’ll just…I don’t know…take off my panties and leave them under the couch”?
Is there something in your apartment that subconsciously prompts this thought in their heads? If you could figure out what it is you could make a fortune. I think rigorous scientific research is called for here.
The panties situation in resolved with a last moment thought, I stuffed them into a paper sack and tossed them in the trash apart from my own garbage. We have people who dumpster dive around here and I didn’t want them to find a bunch of women’s underwear with my garbage for some reason (possible serial-killer suspicions maybe).
As for those who continue to ask how they got here, pretty much all of them from how you might expect, but I do as a point of fact have female friends who come over and don’t have sex, in fact that is probably why I’m still friends with tme. Sex messes everything up.
You’re telling me. Last time it messed up my clothes, the bed, the carpet, the kitchen counter, the ceiling fan…
Okay then.
Damn, Zen, you shouldn’t have tossed them… we coulda went into business together.
Can’t you use them as air-fresheners for your car?
“Son, you got a panty on your head.”
Do folks from up north get this? Do they understand the inherent humor? I really don’t believe a regional parallel exists.
That quote just fucks me silly.
ROTFLMAO @ that quote just fucks me silly
I was thinking about this thread in the shower the other day, and something occured to me. My girlfriend never takes her panties home the next day. I asked her about it, and she says it grosses her out to have used panties in her bag all day.
I bet you that, since these women probably don’t have an easy way to carry the panties home cough in the morning, they may decide to sacrifice the $8 investment and go without.
I also think there’s something to the “marking their territory” theory.