I guess it’s pretty clear by now that I’m not one to be trifled with. Having a mind like a steel trap, a tongue as sharp as a skinning knife, the courage of a lion and the cunning of a fox makes me a formidable dude. And not being able to tell whether I’m a camping goods store or a pet store makes me somewhat schizoid.
As you would know by now, I’m a force of nature, with a sunny disposition and problem with wind, so it’s obvious that I’m not a fair weather friend, in fact I’m as loyal as a Beagle (that’s three pet shop, two camping goods and a weather report if you’re keeping score).
It’s evident that I’m a serious writer who brooks no insult and tolerates no babbling, I’m rock, an island, a port in a storm (shit! now we’re adding geography and more weather reports).
So what I’m saying is, don’t mess with me! (You know, I can’t help thinking this would be much more believable without the picture).
PS. I’m not sure, but I think that they are incontinence panties. If you really want an experience, do a search for "big girl’s panties", (if you’re feint of heart make sure you have safe search turned on).
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