panties

Last night, I did not want to take my husband to his little "event". I did. I ran a few errands, shamelessly flirting with the man at the liquor store. I picked husband up, and despite giving a slight elbow into his ribs, we ended up at dinner with other participants. I was not friendly, I didn't feel the need to be.

Just the mention of his name, causes the panties of Tennessee liberals from Memphis to Knoxville, to simultaneously wad up. Aunt B is so obsessed with Bill that she has written not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, but six, yes that’s six posts about Bill Hobbs within the last week.
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I don't know the politics of Arlington, Oregon's mayor, Carmen Kontur Gronquist, but I do know that I admire her beautiful physique. I also support her right to a past where, three years before running for office, she took "racy" photos of herself in a bra and panties. Granted, it is fair to debate her wisdom in posting the pictures on her MySpace page.

In the last 24 hours, the following have been witnessed by my work crush.