Me, or Sara? Me too Kat and I love em!

I am not a huge thong fan, although I do have some pairs that I wear on occassion. I like boyshorts, and wear those most often, just because they are comfortable. However, I do not think that there is anything wrong with wearing thongs. To be honest, my parents don't seem to care because they know I am not doing anything wrong. I left for college when I was 17 and I am 20 now, so I have been buying the majority of my clothing the past few years by myself and I have always been careful to try and dress modestly, but still look nice.

Ok... Story time... The night Logan and I arrived at Jax our bags never showed up, having been left for some annoying reason at Miami airport. It was about midnight by the time we got out of the airport and headed to Wal-Mart to buy some cheap clothes for the night and the next day. We were super tired, cause flying halfway across the world does that to you, but then we had to go and find some clothes... in AMERICAN sizes! Boys being boys (especially when they're the Lunsfords and Logan) head off to the guys clothes and become facinated with the different underwear you could buy; namely the superhero type. I got left to shop by myself for my stuff and got so tired I breifly fell asleep on a a rack of clothes. When I got back to the boys they were deciding between Superman, Spiderman, the Green Lantern and a couple of others I forget. WE SPENT 2 HOURS IN THERE (mainly looking at underwear for Logan)!!! He chose the Spiderman ones which were actually pretty cool but one pair ended up becoming a feature in their lounge (where the boys all slept) until Nate's mum got sick of them! :P

They were fascinated by our selection of men's shorts?

[b]KattyKit wrote:[/b] [quote]They were fascinated by our selection of men's shorts?[/quote] Shorts as in underwear? Yup. Over here you get jockey's and briefs which are usually in black, grey, blue or green. You can get the odd ones in brighter colours like orange and yellow but you can't get ones for grown men that have super heroes on them!... Well, not that I've seen anyway. (Sorry that this is being turned into a guy undie discussion.) Also... I went to talk to the girl who was in the bar at work today but she was bending over and all I saw was lacey thong so I ran away and tried to gauge my eyes out! :pinch:

Ooh, ok., story. The things you need to understand about my dad for this story are: 1. he's really quite immature. He still thinks bra = slingshot 2. he has seven daughters and no sons 3. he's really immature. see 1. This story happened when I was about 13 or 14. My chest was still kind of small and Dad thought my bras were the funniest thing ever and that it was hilarious to tease me about them. So one day I come inside (my room was outside) and find Dad standing by the laundry basket in the kitchen, sorting the laundry. He finds what he thinks is my bra and starts trying to taunt me with it, waving it around and going on about slingshots and such, as he often did. Conversation as follows: Me: Uhm... Dad? That's not mine. Dad: Whose is it then? Me: Alicia's. Dad: *confused face* Me: Also it's not a bra. Dad: *more confused and a bit concerned* What is it? Me: That's Alicia's G-string. Dad: *turns bright red, screams slightly girlishly, throws g-string across kitchen looking horrified* Is it CLEAN? Me: No, Dad, that's the dirty laundry basket. Dad: *pure horror and shame* Me: *rolling on floor laughing* A few minutes later: Dad: Why does Alicia even HAVE a G-string? Me: *shrug* she likes them. You paid for it, by the way Dad: *more horror* Poor dad. It's even more funny if I tell this story in front of him. It was about six years ago now, but he still turns bright red when it's brought up. I don't think he ever teased me about my bras again, though.

[b]larry229 wrote:[/b] [quote]Ooh, ok., story. The things you need to understand about my dad for this story are: 1. he's really quite immature. He still thinks bra = slingshot 2. he has seven daughters and no sons 3. he's really immature. see 1. This story happened when I was about 13 or 14. My chest was still kind of small and Dad thought my bras were the funniest thing ever and that it was hilarious to tease me about them. So one day I come inside (my room was outside) and find Dad standing by the laundry basket in the kitchen, sorting the laundry. He finds what he thinks is my bra and starts trying to taunt me with it, waving it around and going on about slingshots and such, as he often did. Conversation as follows: Me: Uhm... Dad? That's not mine. Dad: Whose is it then? Me: Alicia's. Dad: *confused face* Me: Also it's not a bra. Dad: *more confused and a bit concerned* What is it? Me: That's Alicia's G-string. Dad: *turns bright red, screams slightly girlishly, throws g-string across kitchen looking horrified* Is it CLEAN? Me: No, Dad, that's the dirty laundry basket. Dad: *pure horror and shame* Me: *rolling on floor laughing* A few minutes later: Dad: Why does Alicia even HAVE a G-string? Me: *shrug* she likes them. You paid for it, by the way Dad: *more horror* Poor dad. It's even more funny if I tell this story in front of him. It was about six years ago now, but he still turns bright red when it's brought up. I don't think he ever teased me about my bras again, though.[/quote] Ahahahahahah. This made my morning.

[b]larry229 wrote:[/b] [quote]Ooh, ok., story. The things you need to understand about my dad for this story are: 1. he's really quite immature. He still thinks bra = slingshot 2. he has seven daughters and no sons 3. he's really immature. see 1. This story happened when I was about 13 or 14. My chest was still kind of small and Dad thought my bras were the funniest thing ever and that it was hilarious to tease me about them. So one day I come inside (my room was outside) and find Dad standing by the laundry basket in the kitchen, sorting the laundry. He finds what he thinks is my bra and starts trying to taunt me with it, waving it around and going on about slingshots and such, as he often did. Conversation as follows: Me: Uhm... Dad? That's not mine. Dad: Whose is it then? Me: Alicia's. Dad: *confused face* Me: Also it's not a bra. Dad: *more confused and a bit concerned* What is it? Me: That's Alicia's G-string. Dad: *turns bright red, screams slightly girlishly, throws g-string across kitchen looking horrified* Is it CLEAN? Me: No, Dad, that's the dirty laundry basket. Dad: *pure horror and shame* Me: *rolling on floor laughing* A few minutes later: Dad: Why does Alicia even HAVE a G-string? Me: *shrug* she likes them. You paid for it, by the way Dad: *more horror* Poor dad. It's even more funny if I tell this story in front of him. It was about six years ago now, but he still turns bright red when it's brought up. I don't think he ever teased me about my bras again, though.[/quote] Ahaha.... Made my day.

Hah! That is great!