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#151
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It would be awfully uncomfortable not to... I've no idea why they call them pantyhose. I grew up calling 'em tights. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#152
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Daftest swagger I've ever seen... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#153
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LOL! I like how you assume the need to run from the police haha
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#154
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lol thanks. I just took them out of the package and they have this weird mesh area where your beaver goes. So I was confused. I figured you probably are supposed to wear underwear, but then the name and mesh area confused me.
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#155
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Yup. That's true.
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#156
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Yes. I rarely wear pantyhose, but when I do, I wear underwear under it.
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#157
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Excellent. I haven't worn it since I was like 5....... So yeah. lol
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#158
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![]() Environment. I live in a DV shelter. Everyone's SO/dad is a sketchy character or a felon. It's Educational. ![]() Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#160
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But regardless of what you call them, they are incredibly uncomfortable to wear, in my opinion. |
#161
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#162
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She used to be my girl.
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#163
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I could see how that makes sense. Sounds like the area I grew up in. You could pretty much assume most people you'd encounter were sketchy, a felon, or a crackhead.
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#164
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It's scary when that happens. Just remember: they are both wrong.
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#165
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I don't wear leggings. One day I probably would... After I lose two babies worth of baby weight.
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#166
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I'm sure YOU dream about writing a letter and the quill breaks.
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#167
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My H has always considered my dreams to be an excruciatingly boring topic of conversation. It feels weird that my T wants to know them. I feel funny telling her them.
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#168
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#169
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Or she's cranking the handle trying to ring up the operator. At any rate, not using numbers, not traversing the great divide.
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#170
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Hahahaha this and the writing with quills made me laugh.
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#171
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As long as they're gummy worms... I'm hungry now... Still want chips. Still have no chips. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#172
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Eh, wear 'em anyway. I'm sure you'd look better in them than most people I've seen. Plus, they're stretchy and comfy. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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#173
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No.... No I wouldn't lol I have a leopard pair that I wear under my pants when it's snot freezing cold... Yeah... That's a no go. Yoga pants I will wear. That's all I wore my entire pregnancy. I never even bought maternity pants lol. I was too cheap.
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Chips... Mmmm... Haven't had chips in a long time.
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![]() Anyway, this friend is the only person (outside these forums) who knows anything about any of the things I talk to my T about. One or two other people know I am in therapy, but none of them know why. All right, I'll email five more students and then I'm off for today. It's 8.30pm so I think I have earned it. |
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