tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26388146463231825242011-04-21T17:06:20.292-07:00My name is Dustin. Currently I am 23 years old and I reside in Pittsburgh, PA. I am an Independent Film Maker and I also work for the National Fraternity of Kappa Delta Rho.Dustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06749633963416397015noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638814646323182524.post-7054603201845398272007-06-28T10:01:00.000-07:002007-06-28T14:22:44.324-07:00When I was very young I wore whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tighties</span>. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">belive</span> this was quite normal for most kids. It kept my young junk from getting away from me. I remember being quite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">comfortable</span> in my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tighties</span>, and even would come into the living with only my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tighties</span> on later in the night. This however I remember, made the babysitter very uncomfortable. I also found them so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">comfortable</span>, that I would not want to take them off. I loved to say in my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tighties</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tighties</span>. This made me sad because it made my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tighties</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tighties</span> (which i called mommy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">tighties</span>) 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tighties</span>." So I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">proceeded</span> to put my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">tighties</span> under the sink and soak them in water. Later I went back to check on my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">tighties</span> but they were gone. I looked everywhere for my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">tighties</span> and I could not fine them. Finally I asked my mother what happened to my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">tighties</span>. "Did you steal my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">tighties</span> mommy? You have mommy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">tighties</span>. Why would you take my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">tighties</span>?". I was so confused when she started laughing. Then she asked me if I was put my whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">tighties</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">tighties</span>," 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">disgusting</span> me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638814646323182524-705460320184539827?l=twisted-dustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06749633963416397015noreply@blogger.com0