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current / archive / pictures / guestbook / email / profile 2003-01-30 8:27 p.m. My finest moment� Feeling rather exhausted after class, I retreated to my boudoir to exercise my daily regiment of slumber. Being a good, little, potty-trained dog, Leopold ripped me from my siesta, as he needed to take care of some bid-niss. I put on my shoes. I hooked Leopold�s leash. I walked out the door. �Well, what�s the problem, Sara?� you might ask. Let�s go through my outfit, shall we: Child�s t-shirt, Chuck Taylors, pigtails� That�s right. No Pants! It wasn�t until I made it back to my porch, succeeding our walk, when my attention was drawn to my nudity as my neighbor proclaimed, �Uhh� nice panties.� The comical part of my anecdote lies in the fact that Leopold�s preferred bathroom spot is in the parking lot of a porn shop. �Hello, pervert men. I�ve lost my pants and I need some help finding them. While you�re at it, can you help me find some dick?� |