I take a cup of lemonade with me every night.
Nothing like coming home and taking off my shoes.
Taking off my socks, noticing how they cling to my feet.
Taking off my nice pants and folding them over something so the creases stay uniform.
Taking off my nice shirt and hanging it back up, or tossing it in the hamper.
Taking off my undies, because my genitalia was sweating. I do bother to exert myself, you know.
Putting on fresh socks, even though I’m going to bed soon. Fresh undies and blue jeans. A random t-shirt and my hoodie. And my slippers.
Ah, I’m relaxed.
::Stretches out and relaxes with a margarita…or a glass of soda, whatever:: 🙂
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Nice. =)
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RYN: Heehee, no streaking for me. Maybe I will bleach out my whole hair and dye it blue! Ooo…bluuueee…
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ah yes, ain’t that fresh…
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I was looking for you earlier… and now I don’t remember why. *tries to remember*
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Sweaty balls. As unattractive as the image is, you have my sympathy. It’s man’s version of the period. Worse, if you end up with crotch rot.
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Sweaty balls. Yum. I’m kidding, btw. Heh. Found ya on random. 🙂
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I know the feeling.there’s nothing like coming home after a hard days work.or long weekend at a relative’s house. I NEED to get a job…
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