So...quick thing...i wore my new red sweater that i bought from the Gap this weekend. I washed it on Sunday and let it dry flat for a few days. I just now took it off, and my skin is red everywhere except where my bra was, and my pants started. I look like i went out in the July sun with nothing but dress slacks and a bra on. How ridiculous!
posted by Audra @ 7:26 PM
9 Comments:
I bought a bunch of new boxer briefs. The ones with color have left little fuzzballs all over my balls.
I think that means we are in some kinda club.
William
I hate when that happens. On one hand, you want to wash it in super hot water to get the excess color to bleed out, but then on the other you don't want the color to fade.
Did the color wash off your skin?
To Billy:
That's a big O for oversharing! I don't want to hear about your fuzzy balls!!! :-)
To Sara:
Yeah...the color did come off, so i didn't look like a lobster today. However...it was an interesting look for me, it made me feel like it was summer time!
At least that washes off. Last year, I had an awesome cycling tan (well, farmer's tan, but I also had wicked shorts/sock lines), and it turns out the sleeves on the shirts I wore biking are longer than some of the t-shirts I wear daily. I had little white armbands for a while.
My balls are great, for they have the gift of life in them.
Billy
Billy - they have HALF the gift of life in them. half. (maybe less - you know - since science is getting so advanced in that area)...
C'est moi, Hayley.
Yeah yeah. Soon all you women will be asexual and only need men to open jars and lift things.
Until that day happens you have a need for the seed!
Fear it.
Billy
I'm fairly certain I can lift things and open jars. Plus we can build robots and stuff for that.
But boys are good for other things I guess - like ruining our country.
Seriously though, life would be awful without boys. I appreciate... fear not - I just like to argue.
C'est la vie.
-moi, aussi
Hayley you are not a typical female. I think we both agree on that.
I also like to argue and to such an extent that it makes me look like an ass. It also keeps me single because i keep ending up with women who dont understand my wit and humor. Oh and my incessant need for saying the word, sammich.
Billy
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