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One never thinks that one is going to hear the sentence, "A woman is thanking her underwear for her life." Especially on the news.

But when one does, it is hilarious.

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ok... the juxtaposition of the post and the icon is HYSTERICAL... <3

I want to know.. and at the same time I kinda don't, lol.

I love your icon, btw.

I didn't listen to the story for fear of having that one sentence ruined for me.

Or a girl at work cleaning Playland and goes "EW! THERE IS UNDERWEAR ON THE FLOOR!" and then goes over to look at it. "That looks like..." Turns bright red. "That's mine!" It was apparently stuck in her shirt or pants and fell out onto the floor. We laughed all night.

I had got undressed this one time and one of my socks stayed inside my jeans, and the next time I went out, I had them on for like a couple of hours before I kinda of went "What the hell is that?" and reached up and pulled the sock out.

My friends laughed a lot.

OK that sounded totally dodgey, but the sock was just inside my jeans, behind my knee.

Poor socks and underwear!

I know...I'm just glad it wasn't like heaps dirty. That would have been worse, reaching up my trouser leg and pulling out a festy smelly old sock.

*shudders*

"What's that smell?"
"Oh, just my old socks that I'm keeping in my pockets."

Is that the story about the woman whose underwire in her bra saved her heart from being stabbed by a random piece of piping? Because I heard about that a couple of years ago: she was mowing her lawn and a stray piece of random metal wire got caught in the motor then shot out at her chest. Her underwire managed to deflect the metal far enough away from her heart to save her life. Or something like that.

But yeah, that's pretty wild.

I dunno, it was on the 10:00 news so I got the impression that it had just happened locally. But like I said, I switched the channel lest the story not live up to the highly entertaining lead-in. XD

I thank underwear every day, you know. I say, "Oh thank GOD, thank GOD... there are underpants in the world."

Except when I look at Ewan McGregor. At that point, the obstruction makes my black heart cry.

Me too, Mel. Me too.

(I SHOULD SEND YOU MORE WEREWOLFFIC. Because Kitty rocks my socks more and more each and every day. Of course we've done about a hundred pages since I saw you last, so where to start. XD)

OMG SEND IT TO ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. ♥ ♥ ♥

Am moved back into Coe! My room is decidedly Liz-less. There is anguish, Liz. Anguish.

I'm sorry. :( Where are you living?

S'okay, it's not your fault you can't clone yourself. :D

I'm in third floor Voorhees, 328. I already miss good ol' Murray, but my single room is super nice and at least the girly girls are avoiding my Creepy Quote Board of Doom so far. But everyone seems pretty nice, so it's all good. I also have a RICE COOKER.

It's name is Rice Cooker-san.

... yeah, I need a life.

Ooh, Rice Cooker-san!

How happy for you. :]

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