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Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Worst Kind of Turd is an Honest One, Vol. 7

On Record Store Day, Hanna and I were walking down to the festivities and I remembered that while I had carefully picked out my outfit, I hadn't considered my undergarments. 





"Hanna! OMG! Can you see my underwear lines?"

"...um...yah...kinda..."

"Take a picture of my butt and show it to me so I can see."

*she takes a picture of my butt and shows it to me*

"OMG. We have to go back to my house so I can change my grungies."

*she rolls her eyes*








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Two days later she texted me this photo of my panty lines, floating in mid space because she's hilarious and really, really mean. 








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