The Backstory

My best man, whom I thought was an adversary, lead the charge to replace my “intimates” with animal print thongs before my honeymoon. Luckily, I used my Jason Bourne-esque skills and adverted him, but not before he could stash these thongs in my suitcase.

They have never been worn and I have considered selling them  on Craig’s List, but I’m afraid of meeting the person who would purchase them. Instead, they have become a household prank. Now, they have left the home and become a cyber-space inside joke.

I haven’t worn these yet… but next time you see me… you’ll never know.

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