This past week Dillon's mom had to undergo surgery (all went well). Dillon and I went up to help her out for a couple of days. While we were there we went to the grocery store to pick up a few things and saw this in the parking lot.
In case you are wondering, that is in fact a hot pink thong hanging from the review mirror. Classy. The possible implications of that review-hanging thong are endless and all disturbing. Is that the car driver's used thong? Ew. Is that the car driver's not used but actually brand-new thong? In which case we can only assume that they wanted as all to know that they own some cheek-floss. Is that the car driver's girlfriend's thong? Again, classy.
Now, I'm not knocking thong-wearers. By all means, wear that thong, rock that thong-I just don't want to see that thong. Mmmk?
suuuuuper classy. Is a thong the new equivalent to wedding garters hanging on rear view mirrors? What is this world coming to?
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