Except I do know him.
So....I still haven't figured out exactly what happened with the thong in my car. I've been left with the following clues.
1. My car was entirely free of thongs when I first got in it this morning.
2. When we got to school and my brother got out of the passenger seat, there was a thong. On the passenger seat.
3. The thong is not mine, and does not belong to anyone I know.
4. The fucking thing had been well-worn and not washed.
5. My brother offered no comment.
What am I left to assume?
1. (please please please please please dear god let it be this option) Someone somehow managed to sneak a thong into my brother's pocket as a joke.
2. Err....my brother had some fun that I was unaware of and either purposefully or mistakenly kept a trophy...
That begs another question. Or several questions. WHERE, WHEN, AND WITH WHOM?
And please let it be just a bra next time....seriously.
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