Last night, I found a pair of Mom's underwear lying on the floor of the laundry room. She must have dropped it while getting her clothes out of the dryer. I brought it into the living room and held it high aloft like an exotic animal pelt.
J: "She's gone to bed already! Let's put them on her recliner, mash them flat and draw a smiley face on the butt!"
M: "Huzzah!"
I did this, and the next morning after I woke up, Mom gave me the skunk eye, muttered, "I saw what you did!"
"We're jerks," Jaye said, then started chuckling because secretly Jaye likes being a jerk to old people who unwittingly drop their underpants on the floor.
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Oh, that's not so bad. Do you know what would be bad? If someone WITTINGLY dropped their underwear on the floor and NO ONE did anything.
THAT would be jerky. Well, not like freaky dried meat but I think you know what I mean.
My question is: what was the smiley face done with?
Markers?
Sharpies?
Twizzlers?
These are important details.
And Mom?
Just be glad she doesn't post it on teh intertoobz. I would. Well, probably. If it was written in Twizzlers, TOTALLY.
Pretty sure.
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