I just got back from walking Wilbert...seriously, did I have a boring life before having a dog to walk? I don't recall it being boring, but all my adventures seem to be stemming from dog walks lately.
This time, we were walking and oh.my.word.
We walked past the laundry room and this man comes out. I'm guessing he was late 40s-early 50s. And he walked out...in his boxer-briefs.
That's it.
He smiled at me (EWWWWW) and then walked away. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seriously.
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My vote is cry! Then again, humor always helps!!! :-) Karina
Have you ever thought about going into comedy writing? :)
Grodie. Majodie.
That's almost as bad as the Old Navy Perv I saw a few weeks ago. He kept "lurking" near the bikinis, and when no one was looking, he put his hand in his britches and then touched about a gazillion bikinis.
I have not tried on an Old Navy bathing suit since.
Nuff said.
The answer is cry. :)
As for your camera question, don't we have the same one? Sony Cybershot DSC-S40? I thought we did.
If so, I'll take it as a compliment that you thought it was the camera!
At least he wasn't in tight white BRIEFS.
Your life is hilarious.
As for Abby's comment...I'm going to go puke now.
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