Briefly:
National Underwear Day is underway on the streets of New York City.
Dozens of male and female models clad only in their tighty-whities, roam the most visible areas of Manhattan; Times Square, Penn Station, and Rockefeller Center, to name a few.
The models, armed with clipboards, poll pedestrians on their undergarment preferences.
National Underwear Day is a celebration of underwear that encourages people to "put more thought into the first thing they put on each day."
Please note that this is a day to wear your underwear in public and not on your head as in a previous posting.
Special Note to Tazzy:
Today is also National Rice Pudding Day. Where’s the special rice pud you promised me?
Yay Second!!!
ReplyDeleteI have on my bright yellow Old Navy boxers today...yippee
Pamer: You're first.
ReplyDelete*Pamer is obviously drunk and running around the streets of Sudbury in his boxer shorts*
I have been burned before...i put up "first" only to find out I am second so...
ReplyDeleteBesides, second is the new first. Haven't you heard? LOL
I am running with scissors too BTW
Pamer: "Second is the new first." You're such a trendsetter. I call it "sloppy seconds."
ReplyDeleteMind you don't put an eye out with those scissors.
does that make me second or third?? confused now grrrr
ReplyDeletemmmmmm rice pud hate the tinned stuff but homemade is scrummy
I don't ever wear underwear.
ReplyDeleteAnd I've eaten Tazzy's rice pudding! Yum!
Midget Arse: Tazzy's is scrummy. I want Tazzy's rice pud.
ReplyDeletePiggy: *vomits at the image of Piggy going commando*
We noticed your lack of undergarments Piggy.
ReplyDeleteSo that was what the smell was?
Midget Arse want's Tazzy's rice pudding????? Erm... Dirty little cunt.
ReplyDelete*slaps MJ*
Reminds SID that we still have the childrens tales to tell. Remember the little slip-ups they uttered?
*thinks SID is about to retract his last statement*
*evil cackle*
UNDERPANTS WITH RICE PUDDING
ReplyDeleteUNDERPANTS WITH RICE PUDDING
UNDERPANTS WITH RICE PUDDING
...hey hey hey,
goodbyeeeeeeeeeee
SID: Piggy leaves a rank smell wherever he goes.
ReplyDelete*grabs an Airwick Freshmatic*
Piggy: Please read more carefully. It's ME who wants Tazzy's rice pud. I was just talking to Midget Arse there. Please pay attention.
FN: I'll share Tazzy's good rice pud with you.
Retract! Retract! Retract!
ReplyDeletePiggy: Cmon then. Tell us about the little Earth Angels' slip-ups?
ReplyDelete*jumping up and down excitedly at the prospect of earthangelic revelation* oh do, piggy! tell tell tell!
ReplyDeleteI think SID should beg.
ReplyDeleteWhat do others think?
Less than enough begging and we'll tell.
*even more evil cackle*
Oh the power!
P&T: Yes, yes! On his knees begging and pleading to you... "Daddy Daddy I'll do anything for you Daddy!" Much like when you visited him in Ireland.
ReplyDeleteOh in Ireland, he was on all fours gving us donkey rides around the garden.
ReplyDeleteWe stick pins in him whenever he slowed down.
He loved it.
P&T: Ooooo what fun! Did you saddle him up? Did he have a bridle with a bit?
ReplyDeleteHe did!
ReplyDeleteAnd we were tempting him with a carrot.
Right now, no panties for me. Just got out of the tub, smelling fab. My big arse is falling off the sides of the chair and I can't wait to get into bed.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should consider donning those big ol' turn of the century knickers...they always make for an interesting night.
Btw, I love rice pudding, but you have a way of making it sound just nasty.
ReplyDeleteNext time, try not to use Tazzy and pudding in the same sentence.
And another thing, why is it english pudding ends up more like a cake that a pudding? Like that pudding they like to eat at christmas looks like a big ol' nasty fruitcake with a bow.
Awaiting: I don't know the answer to your english pudding question. We must wait for a Brit to wake up and come to your aid. In the meantime, Tazzy Pudding, Tazzy Pudding, Tazzy Pudding.
ReplyDeleteanytime now, the men in the lab coats are going to come and take us all away is straitjackets and put us in adjoining rooms with white padded walls.
ReplyDeleteAwaiting - at Christmas time, the things we eat are turkey with all the trimmings, etc, followed by Christmas Pudding.
ReplyDeleteChristmas pudding is actually a cake, you thick cunt. Made of mixed fruit and suet and steamed to cook it.
Fucking disgusting it is too. Even when smothered in brandy.
Personally, I don't know a single person that likes it.
So like I said, its a fruit cake.
ReplyDeleteNasty things those are.
WOOHOO!
ReplyDeleteThere is more to life than goin' Commando...
In his pants he wears boxers
and their tighter I'm afraid
and they carry the remainders
of ev'ry love that laid him down
The Boxer/ sorry S & G
HE: In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared, FLYING low.
ReplyDeleteDang it...I missed it. uj
ReplyDeleteIs it Christmas yet?
ReplyDelete*writes letter to Santa*