Week Twelve Winner:
Holly, what a bad ass. She won by a landslide.
And it is no surprise.
What an innocuous YET insidious subject ...
Good job Holly, that's what people like.
Here is your win (and because you are a bad ass—I made you a video too).
I have been a lover of panties almost as long as I have been a lover of dogs.
My affection for dogs was immediate ... my affliction with panties began around the age of fifteen when I got my first job (@Dunkin Donuts).
As a wage earner, I could now afford luxury items. It didn't take long to find out that spending that cash on under things sent me over the moon.
Garter belts, thigh highs, brassieres, negligees, corsets ... I couldn't stop.
But my main obsession—panties!
Panties pleased me. So be it.
I am a certified Victoria's Secret Angel. <----I made this up, but what it means is that I have spent a small fortune on V.S. panties—and I'm far from retired.
Unfortunately having a wealth of panties doesn't inherent a wealth of good sense and sometimes you do foolish things like leave your pantie$ on the floor. Oh, and I forgot to mention you have a puppy.
You may not have good sense, but your puppy definitely thinks you have good scents.
The proof is in the now crotchless style panties you never anticipated owning. Boys, puppies like your manties too.
The bad news is—there is little that can be done about this habit.
The good news is—they grow out of it.
I won't go on about the psychology behind it, because I am not qualified to do so ... but I heard you guys like videos.
