Excuse Me, My Underwear Has Something to Say

This past weekend, I was introduced to some underwear. Not any old underwear though. This underwear had something to say. This underwear had a voice. This underwear had a purpose.

And so I bought the underwear. You would have too. No one can resist this underwear.

But then the underwear realized she had been had. Because no one would ever see her, depriving underwear of her personality and character. (Yes, underwear is female. Don’t ask.)

If underwear is not seen, is she even on? No one knows.

And then my underwear discovered the Best of Fates. Don’t even try to keep secrets from your underwear. She knows things. And she insisted on being able to share her message with all of you.

So here she is, live from my bedroom floor, Underwear!

Nothing says summer like rainbows.

Underwear is all about the islands.

Finally, I try to keep the Best of Fates free of all messages, but you know underwear, she’s just always pushing some agenda or another.

(Does anyone else think underwear looks bigger every time you look? Seriously, at this point I think she could eat me. But don’t tell her that, she’s very sensitive.)