I know what I’M wearing!
I know what I’M wearing!
No kidding.
Those aren’t short shorts. These are short shorts.
You had me at “Four weeks after I’d had my daughter I’d been out at autocross.”
Like the little old lady who owned my ‘78 Buick:
I made a find in an old book once; it was a volume from 1944 on the history of the Royal Canadian Air Force. Tucked inside was this piece of fabric:
Like chasing after fresh chicken.
Greg Louganis said basically the same thing in his autobiography, saying his first experience was with a much older guy and he wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else.
What odds do you give on
Mustn’t have been that scandalous if the guy wanted to buy him underwear...
Never did trust that character.
A slide whistle, a giant “BOING” sound, then the sad trombone.
Yes, they’re called sink - nemmine, got beat to it long ago.
“It’s 50¢ more for the extra rinse -”
You didn’t get to keep the costume? :(
And do you have a laissaunce for that minkey?
Was it a plain one, or did it have the little man on it?
Minkey?
About 1/2 hour each way, maybe a bit less. My friends in an Aztec dance group in Queretaro wanted to go to a water park outside of town, so we packed in and away we went. I’m a six-footer but most of them were a bit shorter.