But, that's just me.
You go ahead and try it with your bad self if you want to and let me know if it's worth the hip replacement.
Try explaining that one to the doc.
There's also a quiz to see if you're TMI. I'd say if you need a quiz to see if you're spilling out too much personal info, chances are you don't have a blog where you talk about your take on wheelbarrow positions.
Since I already aced the TMI test and yes, I didn't need to take a test to know that all my life, if it creeps across my brain, it's coming out of my mouth, like diarrhea of the mouth. I hope you're not eating right now.
Screw Cosmo. I will never let the thong die. I am a thong girl. There, you go. It's out in the open. I figure if I can blog about my constipation issues, here and here, thongs are a walk in the park.
Now, for those who say they don't think a thong would be comfortable, I say, you got used to wearing a watch or contacts, didn't you? And shall we even begin on stilettos? And for those of you who have tried them and say they don't work for you? I say you just haven't found the right thong.
I was more about moving the pencils and pens and paper products, myself, but I contributed.
At the end of the day, a big, tired crew of dudes were sprawled across the plaid couch with the mismatched cushion and all the other gross bachelor college furniture, kicking back and drinking a few cold ones.
I retired to my boyfriend's sweet, new, oversized tub to bubble-bath away all the sweat and grime from moving pencils all day.