(via Drew’s Grooveland)
The picture shows five briefs but she’s wearing the sixth. The picture shows two records but you get only one. Record player, woman, and brassiere not included. Thank you.
How come they show Black but list Coral instead?
It also troubles me that song titles are not listed. That could make a difference. ‘Cause you might rather have an okay Perry Como record than one of Elvis Presley’s really lame releases.
Also, do they say “maize” because they think “yellow” might sound kind of nasty?
“Maize briefs” — the phrase does not fire my imagination.
Show of hands: how many of you girls freeball it?
I don’t like the look on her face one bit.
Eddie, Elvis, or Perry embroidered on her panties? Nah…. she’s thinking about Jon Hamm.
That underwear is a bit too high waisted for my taste. I’ll take the free record, though.
She would obviously choose a record by Elvis than those lame crooners like Como etc.
Kathy? Sometimes I do. But I don’t call it that. Actually, I don’t call it anything. But I do it. Sometimes.
Sheila–maybe freeballing isn’t the correct label for us girls. Unless we’re talking about actually freeing balls, which is cool too.
Poor constrained balls. Makes me sad. Run free little balls!
I digress… what do you call it?
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Lazy. And kind of slatternly.
I spent an hour of a roadtrip trying to figure out what the female equivalent of freeballing was. Sadly, the best we could come up with was airing out the ladyparts or vag AC.
Call it what we will, Erica, I gotta say: it’s what I do a lot of times.
Sometimes it’s a hot day and you’re wearing a dress and you’re tired of your sweaty ass sticking to the seats. I hear you. Sometimes you just need to do laundry also.
Or you simply wonder, Why?
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