I love the look I get when I answer the door to my apartment room, in my underwear with no shame. I know I should have shame, but I don't. It's almost a look like "Oh sorry I didn't know you were... busy." Of course I'm not busy! Its 6:30 in the evening and I'm in my room watching Disney's Tron Legacy. Of course you can knock on the door and ask to borrow tennis rackets that I don't even own. Oh borrow the TV you say? For a Black Ops party in the front room? What's my last name again?
Don't get me wrong I'm not a negative guy or anything, or even some one to get annoyed quick. But I will get back at you by what ever kooky thought my mind congers up. Like... Answering the door in ma Hanes! America is too great of a country to not take advantage of this fantastic right. There isn't a better feeling than the one you get in your underwear with no shame. It's so liberating and free that you'll never want it to end! But it will have to soon after the cops arrive...
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