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Someone Started Writing About Underwear This Week (Round 17)

Nadine's wit was so extensive this week that I saved a few for a rainy day. Eventually there will be a week where she says nothing worth repeating. But her reputation will remain intact, thanks to my blog and my foresight. (Here's some hindsight, if you are new to this series). 

(plunging her hands into a sink of dishes)
her: I mixed dish soaps. This might kill me.

her: It was the most gorgeous wedding I've ever been to in my life. And it was in Scarborough, which makes no sense.

her: And then I look at myself and think, I'm one of those disgusting boys who wears underwear with holes in it! But it's outerwear.

her: If my last name were Virgin, I would name my daughter Sexy.

her: Okay. I feel like priority number one is putting on pajamas.

her: I think my middle finger is losing weight.
me: What? From overuse?
her: No, that would be you.

her: This band is missing the Susan Doyle factor.

her: You need a swooper.

her: Vegan, cruelty free panties...aren't they all vegan? Who wears panties made of beef jerky?

her: The booty-panty, I two favourite words!


keepfishing said…'s Susan Boyle
kungfudonut said…
Beth said…
keepfishing - i don't know if that mistake was made in the initial conversation, or the transcription thereof...either way, it is even funnier to me.

kungfudonut - welcome! the context is that my roommate (surprisingly hilarious and unintentionally scandalous) is a freelance writer. she's just picked up a gig writing about lingerie.

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