long story short: i have a pair or shmuel underwear which i now have to find a hiding spot for -lest kiong stumble upon them.

the elongated, less sleazy sounding version:
i did a very silly thing. i wore these really warm thigh-high socks instead of my usualy winter double-layer of tights. and i was nice and warm, and everything was fine, despite it being rather wet and windy outside. and then i sat at the bus-shelter. i think my trunk hass lost some of its junk as a result of frostbite. couldn't be bothered walking back to the flat. caught bus to shmuels house.

the plan was you see, we were going to go the east brunswick club, where we would masticate vegan parmas for 'din dins'. then to proceed onto the public bar where would drink the beer and observe the non-vegans drunk of the non-vegan dollar pots and 4-50 jugs.

there was no way i was going to be sitting on cold metal benches all night so the smokers could smoke. the thing was, shmuel live in a bachelor pad, four males and no clothes which would fit kham. it was very cold that monday night.

the only thing we could find the would both fit and insulate my upper thighs were underpants. which ended up looking more like shorts (despite the odd shape they fell in due to a lack of testicles) on kham.

we took public transport. it didn't seem like an appropriate place to return borrowed underwear worn as outerwear (under a dress).

i wonder what they would have said, had i been hit buy a bus.