Keep coming back for more!
turd in the punchbowl
i know it for a fact
turd in the punchbowl
how come? fucker's not packedturd in the punchbowl
cinnamon lubricant in the drawer
turd in the punchbowl
shoulda taken it out beforeturd in the punchbowl
it would really put my mind at ease
turd in the punchbowl
if i remembered packing the daily panties

mrtl -- are you drinkin over there?!
Posted by: Circus Kelli | 2005.05.05 at 03:45 PM
You make me so damn proud.
Posted by: kalki | 2005.05.05 at 04:02 PM
You are cracking me the hell up girl. Whatever you are taking..can I have some please?????
Posted by: Pissy Britches | 2005.05.05 at 04:22 PM
Whoah - did you catch that the titles of our two most recent posts are both Days of Our Lives references? Put them together and you get... "Like sands through the hourglass" (Mamaramma), "These are the turds of my mind" (Madden round the land). Get out of my head!
Posted by: mamaramma | 2005.05.05 at 05:51 PM
I'm guessing that since the cinnamon lubricant is lotion-y, maybe they didn't pack it anyway.
But I suppose they still might have seen it!
Posted by: AndreaBT | 2005.05.05 at 10:33 PM
Kelli - Unfortunately no, not at that time. I did make one monster of an Irish cream and milk later, though. Mister mrtl said my eyes were kind of weird, but I think that was residual of my day.
Kalki - ::smooches::
Pissy - I'm high on piss. That didn't sound right. Not that kind of piss. You understand, right?
Mama - As clearly mentioned on your blog, I DON'T WATCH SOAPS!
Andrea - While the lubricant is unopened (and very small, freebies from the sex party), I did sneak in and move them to our no-pack place.
Posted by: mrtl | 2005.05.06 at 06:55 AM
At least it's not your father-in-law helping you pack and finding your funstuff. Not that I would know how traumatic that is, or anything...
Posted by: Susie | 2005.05.06 at 09:42 AM
LOL! The memories that post brings! I went to a couple those parties at Grissom AFB when my Straight Ex was stationed there! We drank something the hostess called Peach Pussy (OJ, peach schnapps and vodka), but I didn't have to hear all about whatever...or maybe I've conveniently repressed that memory - it happened more than 20 years ago. However, I remember several of us bought the breakaway undies for our husbands...I couldn't bring myself to make my ex wear it, though, thinking that Trish, Bonnie, Lisa, etc. bought their husbands the same thing.
Posted by: littlesister | 2005.05.06 at 10:09 AM
littlesister! You used to live at Grissom??? I grew up in Peru! Small world, eh?
Posted by: AndreaBT | 2005.05.06 at 10:56 AM
Oh my, Susie, that would be mortifying and would surely put me in therapy.
littlesister, I shudder to think of matching playful undies. There's something incredibly wrong with that.
Andrea, are you an AF brat? lilsister?
Posted by: mrtl | 2005.05.06 at 01:20 PM