Here’s a photo that explains a bit of my personality.
I’m not a hormonal type, but I love casually passing by the men’s underwear section whenever I find myself in that department. I can’t help it! My eyes crave for visual eye-candy, and the rows and rows of packages (PUN INTENDED WAKAKA) displayed endlessly on those shelves provide the perfect supplement for cornea diabetes.
So my oldest best friend’s dad was clearing out his boxes of underwear, and she, sharing a mutual love, asked me if I wanted a tiny package (can’t get over this) of my own, and OF COURSE I AGREED. Yes I did. Today, in a room full of clamoring, noisy teenagers, she passed me the Box, and thank god we sat at the back. We giggled like maniacs about how I was going to put my Box over at my desk to motivate myself as I struggle to study for exams on Monday. And she told me she initially wanted to cut him out, but the package in its entirety will hold itself up (oh god, how many euphemisms does this sentence contain?), propped sexily and temptingly on the stack of printer paper.
HE LOOKS GREAT.
12 May [Saturday] ● 1 year ago
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I've the best kind of friends
TOO BAD HE DOESN'T HAVE MY IDEAL BODYTYPE
I remember this one store which has the PERFECT ROWS OF MANLY MEN
You have no idea how long I stared as Bren was trying on some stockings behind