What, Amp, you’ve never seen a cod-piece?
How about a dick-warmer? shakes head Can’t believe I said that.
I say tag 'em, like those marine biologists tag sharks and such. That way, when your panties disappear, you can search for them with your trusty RF receiver. Should lead you right to ChiefScott’s place. Maybe you can catch him mid-sniff.
Dibs on designing the logo for the back of the gang’s jackets.
You could have a stocking with a fly.
Kels,
Come on now… tell the truth. You have a steady stream of men in and out of your bedroom and you have been giving them all a souvenier of their visit.
I have been seeing black panties hanging off a number of rearview mirrors in town lately!! 
must resist easy joke,
must resist easy joke,
must resist easy joke…
Nah, give it to me. I deserve it. Just…just be gentle. wink
Damn! That is what I was going to say. I just saw that episode last weekend and I damn near peed my pants from laughing so much.
Um, if I gave it to you, then wouldn’t that make you the dick warmer?
: running and ducking as fast as possible
When I lived in Mexico this year for three months I had to send my clothes to a laundry service.
I arrived in Mex. with 19 pairs of extremely boring white cotton panties. Each time I went to the laundry, some would dissappear, but all of my other clothes/socks came back. My only conclusion is that someone was stealing them.
I was down to about 7 pairs by the time I left. Strange.
The replace just one word quotation –
::Standing fast, hoping she is… ::
You just model those things and we’ll decide if they’re boring or not.
Hey kells, if these deves ever decide to give you back your panties, make give me back my flowered Hanes Her Way french cut panties too, okay? They’re disappearing in droves, and it’s really honking me off. I love those things.
::Sniff, sniff::
There’s nothing like the smell of French cut panties in the morning!!
::Cue Flight of Valkyries::
Persephone in flowered Hanes Her Way french cut panties;
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy gawwwwwwwwwwwwd…
Now I know what ChiefScott felt like for six months…
When I lived in the college apartments, there would appear in my drawer tiny sexy undies. I would ask hubby and he would say that perhaps they were in the dryer and supposed they were mine. I then placed them on top of the shared dryerin the basement.
Maybe your undies are getting sucked through a wormhole and are in 1992 in Quincy, Illinios.
Now to dust off the burnt weasel and moose schlong…
Funny, I was just thinking yesterday that I am missing several of my panties. Maybe Chief’s been very busy since he got back. Or, grem…
Now, let’s see…2 purple ones, 1 hot pink one, and my favorite black pair. The flowered ones disappeared last month…come to think about it, while I was in Idaho.
Hmmmmm…me thinks VB has some ‘splainin’ to do!
And, what’s with the Guy Stuff reference, VB? Are you implying something here?
Hey purp!
What ‘splainin’, ‘loosey’?
Are you sure want them back?
And do you want a Guy Stuff III?