The Odor of 8-Ball's Underwear...

I got home from Atlanta last night and there was a package waiting for me...

Mary said she thought it felt like a shirt... I opened it up and thought it was until I started to recognized non-shirt-like patterns in the seams...



Finally realized they were a pair of underwear.... WTF!!!

Who would send me underwear...?!

Then I remembered this:



For the ES trip I had decided to toss my dirty old underwear wherever I was at the end of the day. One day I was at Nine's.... asked Penny where I might toss them... she looked at me funny and said talk to Richard... I did and he pointed me toward that skanky, smelly, greasy garage can... and in they went...

Apparently he decided to send them back... didn't really expect to get any of them back and pretty much had released any attachment I had to them.

I laughed with Richard on the phone until I cried... he wouldn't answer if Penny washed them prior to him sending them back... so there is that...

Now I know that many of you have waited patiently for the Wrench and it just never seems to come... I've decided to share my underwear with all of you while you wait for the coveted Wrench...

Once you have received, fondled, inhaled, and pretty much anything else you'd like to do with them, you can put this nifty little commemoration icon in your sig and then mail them off to someone who may also be in need...