Panties Grow On Trees
I was outside, yesterday afternoon, letting Daisy out when I noticed something black hanging in the tree outside of my house. I moved in for a closer work and found something I didn’t expect to see… my panties.
I have no idea how this could have happened. I’d like to think crazy drunken debauchery is to blame for the wild pantie tossing, but I have a feeling laundry day is to blame. There is a coin operated washer and dryer in the basement of the house I live in. I have to go outside and around back to use them, which can easily explain the panties being dropped outside. The tree part, however, I’m still having trouble explaining.
I carefully picked the panties out of the tree and took them back upstairs. I won’t be harvesting them into jam or pies. The lace is as hard to pick out of your teeth as strawberry seeds.
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How do you do it? I’ve been trying to get that “Panty Tree” in the back yard to produce for almost two years now. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to go to Home Depot or Mitchell’s Nursery asking for advice to how to get a “Panty Tree” to grow.
I’m going with a scorned lover theory.
To rectify your current monetary problem (and thus give you access to television once more), I offer a trade: in exchange for this incredible undergarment-producing bit of forestry, I, Janglestein, will pay your cable bill each month.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a taste of homemade panty pie once more, as my old mother used to make to warm our insides on the cold wintry nights of South Dakota, in our little town named California. Be it the hearty, filling meal of granny panty pot pie or the light delectable after-dinner treat of thongberry cream cobbler, naught satisfies the soul like a woman’s undergarments.
I leave this deal for you to decide. Do with it what you will.
Fuck Trollpop, that IS funny shit!
Oh my god Sarah, for the love of god will you throw trollpop a fucking bone! Meet the guy for coffee already woman!
PS trollpop, SORRY–I couldn’t help myself.
This happened to me once. And I was all, “What kind of a sick, nasty person leaves their underwear outsi…oh wait, these are mine.”
There is currently a pair of panties in the carport at my apartment. Makes me want to hurl every morning when I go to work for some reason. Mystery panties sicken me.
SRA: They aren’t mine. I swear.
Esthela: Trollpop isn’t local otherwise I may just out of curiosity.
OMG! Trollpop you are funny! But wouldn’t you want Sarah to wear them first? Sorry I know I am being abnoxious. Can’t help it today. It has beent that kind of day.
I hope you’re at least having phone sex with him then.
They made a break for it!
I am proud to say that I’ve found my panties in stranger places than trees.
Don’t hate.
It’s too dry in my area for trees that bear fruit…unless you count my used condom bush out back.
LOL
I would have a wank and cum on them
My mother told me money doesn’t grow on trees. Sexy panties on the other hand must. What I want to hear is the “real story”. You and I both know that those panties didn’t walk up there, and they don’t fly. So what is the dealio?
Vermants are too blame, cotton is great fro making a birds nest, or squirrel nest