Letting your ass hang out
Maybe it’s because I’m half-naked. Maybe it’s because I don’t usually talk to people while wearing my underwear. Well, okay that is not totally true. I do talk to people who are mostly naked for a job and have to look at their ass and junk but they are on drugs and I am the one with the clothes on-there for have the power. And yes, I do wear underwear to work but I happen to have other shit over it. Hideous shapeless sacks of poly-cotton blends and underpants.
Wait, what the hell was I talking about?
Its weird at the pool to talk to people half naked. The weirdness factor is lessened when you are actually in the pool, hidden in the water, everyone is some disembodied head yammering away about stupid shit. Okay, I just yammer on about stupid shit. While half-naked.
I had forgotten about my original summer plan-blindfolds for everyone in lieu of a new suit for moi.
I think duct tape would serve me better. I could tape up my ass and my mouth at the same time.
Blindfolds for everyone, duct tape for me.