mick bayne dirty yo!

Yeah, going commando is definitely more appropriate than wearing someone else's underwear. Especially someone who has sexy time with your sister.

This is either a new board peak, or a new board low. I can't decide which.

awesome. truly great.

It's not that bad... I generally change underwear each time I shower, so if one day I take a morning shower and then I don't take my next shower until the evening of the following day, I would most likely have the same pair on for over 24 hours.

Let's go over my underwear timeline from the past few days:

- Friday morning... took a shower and put on a fresh pair of boxer-briefs just before heading to the airport in Seattle.
- Arrived in Philadelphia late Friday night, immediately meet up with friends at Fox and Hound in KOP. Return to my sister's house in Bridgeport and fall asleep on the couch fully clothed.
- Wake up early Saturday afternoon and proceed to lounge around for the couch most of the day, still in the same clothes from Friday.
- Shower around 6:30 PM in preparation for my brother's 30th birthday party at Dave and Busters in Plymouth Meeting (this was when I realized I had forgotten to pack undies). Sister offers a terribly ugly pair of her boyfriend's boxers that she swears he had never worn before. I reluctantly accept.
- End up bar hopping all over the western burbs after the party, finally arrive back at my sister's in Bridgeport around 4 or 5 Sunday morning where I fall asleep on the couch fully clothed again.
- Wake up right around when the Eagles game is kicking off, watch first half at my sister's before showering again in preparation for going to the Phils game. No one was home at this time, so I made the difficult decision to re-wear the same pair of boxers from the previous day after my shower.
- Crash on the couch fully clothed yet again at my sister's.
- Monday afternoon... borrow my sister's car and finally head over to Marshalls in KOP where I purchase two four-packs of Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs!

So I was just watching the Halloween episode of that new Family Feud show and the question was: Name a place you might see a dead body. The #4 answer: In a river or creek. For reference, #3 was "mortuary" and #5 was "movies/TV."





Who here has ever seen a dead body in a creek or river?

Woody wrote:CRAZY HALLOWEEN LADY IS NOW DECORATING THE ENTIRE OFFICE TODAY. SRSLY. HEY, THE PHILS ARE IN THE WORLD SERIES, AND GUESS WHAT-- NO ONE WANTS TO WALK INTO A GIANT $#@! GRIM REAPER WHEN THEY TURN THE CORNER. OMG, THAT CHEAP BLACK PLASTIC YOU'RE HANGING ON THE WALL IS REALLY SETTING THE MOOD!! IT'S SO SCARY IN HERE, ESPECIALLY WITH THE BLUE MASKING TAPE YOU HALF-ASSEDLY USED TO HANG IT. OH, AND YOUR TOMBSTONES AREN'T CUTE, THEY'RE GAY. AND YOU TALK TO MUCH, ESPECIALLY BEFORE 8:00 IN THE MORNING. OKAY?

SHE'S BACK TODAY, WORSE THAN EVER. I CAN'T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW. "DO YOU THINK IT'S GOING TO BE TOO SCARY LOOKING?"

Just got the old "The Phillies are going to choke" verbal assaults at work today by a couple of d-bag colleagues. Not in the mood, frankly.

Monkeyboy wrote:So I was just watching the Halloween episode of that new Family Feud show and the question was: Name a place you might see a dead body. The #4 answer: In a river or creek. For reference, #3 was "mortuary" and #5 was "movies/TV."





Who here has ever seen a dead body in a creek or river?

y

Bucky wrote:

Monkeyboy wrote:So I was just watching the Halloween episode of that new Family Feud show and the question was: Name a place you might see a dead body. The #4 answer: In a river or creek. For reference, #3 was "mortuary" and #5 was "movies/TV."





Who here has ever seen a dead body in a creek or river?

y

Since they didn't specify what kind of body (human, animal) I'm going to say yes, too.

mickbayne wrote:It's not that bad... I generally change underwear each time I shower, so if one day I take a morning shower and then I don't take my next shower until the evening of the following day, I would most likely have the same pair on for over 24 hours.

Let's go over my underwear timeline from the past few days:

- Friday morning... took a shower and put on a fresh pair of boxer-briefs just before heading to the airport in Seattle.
- Arrived in Philadelphia late Friday night, immediately meet up with friends at Fox and Hound in KOP. Return to my sister's house in Bridgeport and fall asleep on the couch fully clothed.
- Wake up early Saturday afternoon and proceed to lounge around for the couch most of the day, still in the same clothes from Friday.
- Shower around 6:30 PM in preparation for my brother's 30th birthday party at Dave and Busters in Plymouth Meeting (this was when I realized I had forgotten to pack undies). Sister offers a terribly ugly pair of her boyfriend's boxers that she swears he had never worn before. I reluctantly accept.
- End up bar hopping all over the western burbs after the party, finally arrive back at my sister's in Bridgeport around 4 or 5 Sunday morning where I fall asleep on the couch fully clothed again.
- Wake up right around when the Eagles game is kicking off, watch first half at my sister's before showering again in preparation for going to the Phils game. No one was home at this time, so I made the difficult decision to re-wear the same pair of boxers from the previous day after my shower.
- Crash on the couch fully clothed yet again at my sister's.
- Monday afternoon... borrow my sister's car and finally head over to Marshalls in KOP where I purchase two four-packs of Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs!

TMI

Can I sniff?

I can't think of the last time I've slept so little over a three night span.

Wearing My Sister's Boyfriends Underwear starring Peter North and Mick Bayne.

There was a class of Frenchies on my bus home today, I think high school seniors or early college. It was crazy how good-looking they were, guys and girls. There was at most three out of twenty that couldn't be called beautiful.

I have to drop off my laundry but it looks like there's a tornado going on out there.

Why is BigEd writing in super small font tonight?

you'll have to shout he's hard of herring