More ass talk
A friend called last night and we proceeded to have a very long discussion on the thong versus “regular underwear” debate (I refuse to call them “panties.” I hate that word).
Lord knows why we got on this specific topic but it started off with her having seen a girl riding her bike wearing low rise jeans and she expected to see a thong but didn’t and then assumed she just wasn’t wearing any underwear. Are kids going commando now??
Her side of the argument was that she couldn’t stand the idea of walking around with a wedgie all day and with her underwear she could remove a wedgie should she get one. My argument was that you really don’t feel like you have a wedgie with thongs and, since I expect something to be in my ass all day, I don’t feel it…...hmmm… that didn’t come out quite right did it?
I guess the difference between the two of us is that I like to know what’s up my ass all day and she just likes surprises.
Note to self: that may have been too much information since your Mother, and now neighbors, read your blog. Well, welcome to my world.
Lord knows why we got on this specific topic but it started off with her having seen a girl riding her bike wearing low rise jeans and she expected to see a thong but didn’t and then assumed she just wasn’t wearing any underwear. Are kids going commando now??
Her side of the argument was that she couldn’t stand the idea of walking around with a wedgie all day and with her underwear she could remove a wedgie should she get one. My argument was that you really don’t feel like you have a wedgie with thongs and, since I expect something to be in my ass all day, I don’t feel it…...hmmm… that didn’t come out quite right did it?
I guess the difference between the two of us is that I like to know what’s up my ass all day and she just likes surprises.
Note to self: that may have been too much information since your Mother, and now neighbors, read your blog. Well, welcome to my world.
posted by E at
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
3 Comments:
Hmmm. When I was skinny, I didn't mind a thong on occasion. It depended on what pants I wore. My stretch khaki cargos required a thong they way they hugged my buns.
Now, my cheeks need full coverage!
With spandex & truss-work!
Maybe sometime in October/November I can try to find a thong like in Shallow Hal. Not that I'm anywhere near that big, but I tend to gain pregnancy weight in my butt, thighs & hips.
lmao.
yeah, my mom grave me grief yesterday about my bathroom -mommy your heiny is bleeding - entry.
whatever...
if your mom says anything about this - just send her to that entry of mine....
and for the record. no thong. never. commando in the summer...
Nope, not a thong kinda gal. Someone would have to send a search party in after it....it would never be seen again due to the vastness of my ass....
Yeah, lots of the kids go commando these days....
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