There is nothing, and I do mean nothing, that this family won't discuss with each other. Alas, where did I go wrong???
As I put in a load of laundry this morning I was reminded of a conversation the Bastardette, the Bastard Jr and I had about a week ago. The topic was, of all things, underwear….specifically womens panties.
I don't remember how that came up…what I do remember is Gina talking about how "granny panties" sneak up into the dreaded ass crack. We HATE that! Junior suggests boxers. Her solution is the thong. "damn that is an intentional placing in the ass crack!" says the Bastard Jr. "No" she says "it lays gently there." Now I personally love the soft cotton, boy cut boxers. They don't creap and feel really good. I know the children are thinking…."and who would give a shit…on you they are ALL "granny panties".
And another thought on panties…….who figured out the sizes on those bitches anyway? Five numbers between the size of my undies and the size of my jeans….and they both fit.