The naked truth

May 13, 2009 at 11:10 pm (Stuff that's on my mind)

While I was cooking breakfast, Malcolm crept up behind me, grabbed my fleece pajama bottoms and yanked them down to my knees.

Me:  “Hah!  Fooled you!  I’m wearing underwear.”

Malcolm:  “Yeah, that thong really hides a lot.”

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