Because they’re fucking covered in tuna!
It’s hot and humid in my apt, thus I was in my knickers making dinner. Tuna salad.
Evidently, Star-Kist makes their cans out of aluminum, as opposed to the industrial steel of my usual brand. Thus, pressing on the lid to ease the draining process resulted in bent metal and tuna splattered panties.
You got to hell, Star-Kist. You go right to HELL!
Have you thought of selling your tuna-splattered panties via a website? I bet there’s a market for them 
oh yeah! scratch and sniff panty are a real hot seller on ebay!
[pip] I would gladly pay $50 for some![/pip]
Fucking without coming is like Orange Juice without oranges or juice.
So does my cat’s butt. So I’ve heard, that is.
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That’s what you get for opening cans of tuna while in your panties. Cooking in your panties is fraught with hidden dangers and risks, apparently. 
(Great title, by the way. I’ll bet this thread will get TONS of views.)
We’re in danger of sequential threads generating the most disturbing of images:
‘I think december has Jungle Fever’
‘My panties smell of tuna’
I was hungry, and chose to wipe down and eat before showering.
The tuna panties were happily soaking in the sink - I sat down to dinner…
But I guess my crotch still smelled like tuna.
And my tuna crazed cat charged into the room.
He is not declawed
:eek:
Great thread title. Great rant. Great screen name.
There is the mother of all pussy jokes in there waiting for some industrious lad (or lass) to pounce all over.
Happy, not feeling industrious
Vertiginous Annie,
You are sick and depraved. I admire that in a person.
I’m surprised that no one has made the mother of all pussy jokes yet. I mean, it’s such a wide opening.
Oh. Dear.
I sat down to dinner… but I guess my crotch still smelled like tuna.
Why not sell the seat cushion on E bay?
Man, WHERE do these freaking weirdos come from that keep showing up here???
…and can I take a vacation there?
Awesome thread title- I laughed my fishy crotch off!
Zette
Welcome to the SDMB!
You and I think in the same disturbed way, London_Calling. I was just wondering what I could do to talk someone into bumpting Fenris’ thread in conjunction with my bumping this one so we could all read:
Dear Ex-Fat Guy on Subways Commercials:
My Panties Smell Like Tuna
(and welcome, Vertiginous Annie!)
Vertiginous Annie—try the re-sealable foil packets of tuna on the market these days.
A whole new way to leave yourself open to pussy jokes.
And if you decide to never buy tuna agaion, just remember the motto on every dollar bill–“In Cod We Trust.”
OK…all you guys…
Thinking of your penis…thinking of feeling like “God”…thinking of feeling like no man has ever bested you and (whatever) woman has obliged your penis…and you are GOD…
explain to me, what the hell you Christians are thinking of?
Dear Vertiginous Annie,
Here’s a tip for ya: don’t go swimming in the ocean for a while.
(Da dum da dum Da Dum DA DUM DAHHHHHHH!)
Thank you everyone!
Happy newbie here.
Hmmm. Ebay…
$50 seems pretty low…
They are stain leopard print bikinis…
Argh!
Satin. Satin!