As it slowly crept out of my underwear, slid down my pant leg, and rolled onto the floor …
I knew the bowling alley people would soon discover the mysterious bowling ball thief.
note: why steal bowling balls? … to use as displays for bowler hats of course.
double note: if there is anything that big in the back of my pants, it means I’m very surprised to see you. hee hee!
triple note: I hope everyone had a good Easter and got tons of Faberge eggs … or Cadbury eggs … or something egg like … or something or other.
notes to myself #161
Enjoying biting the ears off of chocolate rabbits does not make you a sadist.