I don’t get it.
Why am I being sent all these panties? I don’t get it. Is it meant to be sexy? Let me say right now, it is not. I’m sure they were hot when you slipped them off and popped them in the post, but by the time they have travelled halfway round the world to get here they are just crusty. What am I, some kind of laundry service?
Oh, and while I’m at it, can you all please be a little more imaginative with your passwords? I am sick to the back teeth of your husbands figuring them out and waking up to find my farcebook wall covered in death threats from these limp-dicked excuses for men.