Dressed to impress…no one, really…I head out to meet up with my two girlfriends for dinner.
We sit down and order drinks when, unexpectedly, I begin to feel a little rumpling on my outer thigh.
If I hadn’t kicked ass with Billy Blanks the night before, I wouldn’t question rumples on the thigh region, however, what I was feeling wasn't a part of my leg…it was that other thing in my jeans. So, I decently excuse myself from the dinner table, head towards the restroom and take into custody…The Bandit Thong…just waiting for that gratifying opportunity to fall to the floor and disgrace its owner.
Praise the Lord for skinny jeans...I learned that from the Brits!
Posted by Mary Beth at 9:45 PM