I keep my undies in the icebox!
As a teenager and into my early twenties I lived in a geodesic dome on a mountain. No running water, no phone, real rustic. I loved it. One night, there by myself, I was terrified. I was up in the loft trying to sleep but I couldn't because I was so scared to be that alone. I knew I'd never lose my fear if I didn't address it so I went outside in my undies and waited for the darkness to come and kill me. But it didn't. It was beautiful and calm and even kind. I went back to bed eventually.
She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.
I now know how to walk around properly in my undies. People would keep telling me to push my tits out! I also now know how to use a whip on people without causing bruising.
I have loads of underwear, but only wear the bras because I never wear knickers.
I love women in my heart but not in my undies.
Anytime anyone compliments me on my figure, I'm wearing my Spanx undies.