I was outside, yesterday afternoon, letting Daisy out when I noticed something black hanging in the tree outside of my house. I moved in for a closer work and found something I didn’t expect to see… my panties.
I have no idea how this could have happened. I’d like to think crazy drunken debauchery is to blame for the wild pantie tossing, but I have a feeling laundry day is to blame. There is a coin operated washer and dryer in the basement of the house I live in. I have to go outside and around back to use them, which can easily explain the panties being dropped outside. The tree part, however, I’m still having trouble explaining.
I carefully picked the panties out of the tree and took them back upstairs. I won’t be harvesting them into jam or pies. The lace is as hard to pick out of your teeth as strawberry seeds.