wetwill

Chrome Win7 32 bit. I keep meaning to try Firefox again. HAve to get all the addons setup. Don't have a smartphone but have an ipod.

Interesting. . . At work we wear one piece boilersuits. All sorts of men getting dirty while working hard. They look nothing at all like these.

I got my licence when I turned 16. I know people who didn't get it till later on when they required it, and other people at 28 still without one. They may not be needed in cities with good transit systems, but the town I live in is 1.5h from a real city and has no transit and my work is 15km from town so I need a car. I recommend people get a licence early, take drivers ed(for insurance break and save parents sanity), and get and stay listed as a secondary driver on your parents car. That way if you eventually buy your own car, insurance won't be rediculous.

No. Freeballing the bballs

I went in the bathtub with sagging sweatpants on

Trackies no contest.

what material are the trackies made out of? That will greatly determine my desired outcomes. How would going swimming affect the matter?

Industrial environment. He either wore them under his coveralls, or was planning on going to a gym after work. Thinking of a career change based solely on being able to go to work in bball shorts?

I’m always reading all sorts of stories of people that steal pairs of shorts from roommates, friends, laundry rooms, etc. While I do see something kind of hot in it, I think it’s somewhat unethical to nick someone’s shorts, and I’m not brazen enough to do it, until today. So one of the guys at work is absolutely hot. Well built, tall, good looking, etc. He’s leaving the company, so today he was cleaning out his desk. One drawer he opened up, pulled out a pair of yellow basketball shorts and a water bottle, and without looking chucked them in the garbage can. From what I saw of them they looked perfectly fine, not quite sure why he chucked them out, thinking that he’s in the middle of a move and couldn’t be bothered. Right in the middle of this office of seven, in this garbage can, lay a wonderfully sexy pair of basketball shorts from a well built jock that I knew HAD TO BE MINE. No problem I thought. The cleaners normally go through in the evening, so I just have to stay at work a little later than everyone else, quickly yank them from the trash, and they’re mine. Lunch rolls by; I take a peak in the garbage can. Under a banana peel, some wrappers and coffee cups, I still saw the sparkling yellow material peaking out. No one else has nicked them. The fact that they are covered in garbage wasn’t going to slow me down. Mid afternoon rolls by and the worst case scenario happens. The cleaners came early and there were still other people in the office. I could do nothing but sit there helpless as the bag was changed in the garbage can. The worst of it was he had stopped working there a couple weeks ago, and just came to pick up his stuff. I already thought he was gone for good. Had I known that he left a present in his desk, I would have searched it earlier.