A Prayer to the Great Satellite in the sky
Dear falling Space Satellite,
When you finally crash into the planet, please be kind enough to land on my neighbour's dog. The rascal has chewed on my last pair of see-through panties.
Yours panty-less,
Commando Prof Scrub
This entry was posted by Prof Scrub, on
Tuesday, January 29, 2008.
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Best to go commando anyway.
Dear Mr Fabulous,
A very insightful comment and I wholeheartedly agree with you. It is always preferable to go commando - but the weather in this damned country is starting to send winds up rather then down and out of my intestines.
It is for this reason I purchased high quality see through underwear, to have the same visual effect as commando but with the added warmth and comfort.
But that stinking mongrel has destroyed them all.
Prof Scrub
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