I Love My Whitey Tighties
When I was very young I wore whitey tighties. I belive this was quite normal for most kids. It kept my young junk from getting away from me. I remember being quite comfortable in my whitey tighties, and even would come into the living with only my whitey tighties on later in the night. This however I remember, made the babysitter very uncomfortable. I also found them so comfortable, that I would not want to take them off. I loved to say in my whitey tighties for days on end, and at the time, I thought that was very normal. The problem with doing this was I would eventually get ‘tire marks’ on my whitey tighties. This made me sad because it made my whitey tighties no longer whitey, but being the perceptive child I was, I knew what to do. Every once in awhile I noticed my mother’s whitey tighties (which i called mommy tighties) in the sink, and she too had ‘tire marks’ on them. Only hers seems much worse then my marks, and also had a collection of other colors. They seem to be soaking in what probably used to be warm water. “Ah”, I thought, “that’s how I can get my ‘tire marks’ out of my whitey tighties.” So I proceeded to put my whitey tighties under the sink and soak them in water. Later I went back to check on my whitey tighties but they were gone. I looked everywhere for my whitey tighties and I could not fine them. Finally I asked my mother what happened to my whitey tighties. “Did you steal my whitey tighties mommy? You have mommy tighties. Why would you take my whitey tighties?”. I was so confused when she started laughing. Then she asked me if I was put my whitey tighties in the sink. “Yes,” I answered, and she once again started laughing. This made me even more confused. “Why?,” she asked. “Because that’s what you do with your mommy tighties,” I answered. And again she started laughing at me. It took me many years to finally understand what was going in this situation. Many many years. Poor poor disgusting me.
