Excuse me, but who's panties are on my ceiling fan?!
Question: and please refresh my memory, how did they get there?
Answers: and please refresh my memory, how did they get there?
i know i shouldn't have drank all that patron, can i have them back please?
not mine...i don't bother with them
Dude there your mom's after you passed out she showed the trials of a real woman.
Woof woof
EDIT
Hawk please tell me you do not have a pug in your butt?
I would be more worried about that plug in yer butt!
they're mine!!! i was searching for them all morning...
and havent you heard? tequila makes my clothes come off
Better think of something before your mom gets here.
are they parachute granny panties!? Those make me feel so sexy! granny got dunk with ya last night!
You said they were yours.
heee hee sorry but Great party last night can you just give them to the girl you were with last night and I'll get them from her thanks :)
you know they arent mine, i dont wear any panties
Do you by any chance have any extra electoral votes you're not using? If yes, then the panties would be Hillary's.
it belong to my doll, betty.
my bloomers! why were u wearing them???
Are they huge? Got a skiddie or two in them? They are mine. Sorry. I not only drugged, but then proceeded to rape you last night. I got so excited i sharted a little, hence the skiddies. Yeah, i know, its sexy.
Not really sure how to tell ya this so left the video of you getting trashed last night and wearing them. As for how they ended up on your ceiling, can't answer that one. LMAO
well they could be mine since i have LooRa Has A Buff Mullet! panites on
clearly they are mine. And here I was hoping YOU would remember how they got there damn it another unexplained panty incident
They're mine...Don't you remember Hawk? We went drinking last night and maybe had a few too many tequila shooters and once we got back we tried the old Mongolian Basket F*ck?
If you can just leave them and I'll swing by at lunch to pick them up!
*SMOOCHES*
OK, no really...heres how it happened. You and I, along with the postman, your nail girl, the caterer, the cook, the theif, his wife and her lover were settling down to a friendly game of Mahjong. It really started quite innocently. I asked your nail girl to pass the Grey Poupon. "Of Course" was her reply. The mailman thought he heard "intercourse" and ...well you know how randy he get's. The rest of the afternoon is a bit of a blur but I do recall someone yelling "What the hell do we need underwear for anyway?" and a few daintly little g-strings and such were cast about.
Thats my story and I'm sticking to it.
Ski...you forgot me, I am hurt!
After reading LL's answer, I am unable to think of anything even remotely sexy to say.
Those are yours. I'm with KIA....I have very little use for them, other than for delaying WPS(wet pants syndrome).
If they are a pair of granny panties with a hole in the butt, that would be mine.
I know for positive that they're not mine!
and how do I know............
I think they belong to the Queen Mother Elizabeth's .... she said that was to pay England back for setting us free.
*That's* where they are! Man, I have been looking all OVER for those!
As to how they got there - that's a mystery to me, too, Hawk. Let's just make something up to tell everyone else.