I succeeded in showing a lot of people my thong. What's worse is, I did it at work. I honestly didn't mean to. My clothing choices on a given day are based on what's clean and available, rather than fashion. The belt I wore doesn't fit properly. My ex-step-father gave it to me, 4 years ago. The first night I wore it, he put in a new hole so it would be small enough for my 21-year old frame. I was skin and bones back then. Kinda like a decrepit monkey skeleton. Thankfully, I've gained some weight since then, and now that hole makes the belt too small. But, the next hole makes it too big. I spent the day reaching up for Benson & Hedges, bending down to scoop ice cream, restocking the shelves and sweeping and mopping. I also spent the day pulling up my pants and pulling my shirt down. It was awkward.

Contrary to what someone said to me last night, that white thong is not brown where it goes between my cheeks. I wipe thoroughly when I'm done and that keeps the skivvies fairly clean.