The power of laundry-day commando.

As I walk back to my apartment from the laundry room, I contemplate what would happen if I ran into the boy who used to go to Sunday school with me and who now lives somewhere in my apartment complex. I have a sneaking suspicion that I would intend to say �Hi! How are you?� and ask about his mother, but what would come out is �I�m not wearing any underwear!�

It is perhaps a good thing I make it back to my apartment un-greeted.


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