So, what’s a girl supposed to do when her neighbours are karaoke lovers and strains of ‘Viva Las Vegas’ can be heard from over the fence at an ear-piercing level on a Saturday afternoon and she’s trying to do an assignment?
She looks down and takes a picture of her crotch. Of course.
I’ve titled it ‘easy-access trackie pants’.
Don’t ya just love the fluffy pink slippers too?
Maybe it’s time to buy new trackie pants…nah…they’re just to comfy and make it hell-easy to scratch (^v^)