Whoops...I accidentally posted this to the other blog this morning.
Goin' Commando
Don't you just hate that feeling of going through your gym bag after you get out of the shower and you realize you don't have any underwear? I know we've discussed it on here before, but I did it again today. And I had a big bowl of Raisin Bran last night before I went to bed so I have some good fiber farts brewin'. Every time I let one slip I'm going to be scared it's wet. Dammit.
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worse than juicy farts is the post urination dribble. It runs all the way down your leg to your socks. Good Job. It happens to me at least once a month. Are you training for something in particular? I'm running a half-marathon this Saturday.
I'm eating chili and watching the Georgia game with Kevin. I need to stretch my stomach and fart muscles for that.
Oh yeah...I've been dribbling like a fiend today. Had one that soaked through when I walked into a meeting.
Fil, good to hear from you. How have you been??
Boner, maybe you should throw an extra pair of undies in your glove compartment or something.
Cece: What are these for?
Boner: In case I forget my underwear at the gym.
Cece: You lying bastard.
Ok, maybe it wouldn't quite be like that.
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