I once read that the pretty but picky girls more often pick purple panties over any otherpanties. This peaked my interest in pantie picking habits of more than just pretty girls. Are Prozac popping pragmatic girls addicted to periwinkle colored panties? How about pizza loving pleasantly plump girls do they find cotton candy pink panties palatable or do they prefer deep purple plum panties? 

If this was plausible then one could make a poetic prophecy about the pot smoking psychedelic loving hippie girls. One that outlines their play towards powder blue panties or maybe perfect pinegreen panties, right?

Do premature teens obsess with appearance wear peach colored panties to match their Paul Smith jumpsuits and the pink Pumas they purchase at Payless. Do these same girls dump plates of protein to dream of being Playboy Playmates photographed on platform beds in nothing but a pair of plaid panties. The ones that splurge and purge while the pedophile park perverts try and peak through the paper thin walls of the porta-potty.


These assumptions a bit provocative, a bit premature, I know. The data collected slightly problematic and not pristine but nonetheless fun to ponder. Please share your hypotheses, stories and fun facts. Like the one about the pathetic Patties of the world and how they horde pumpkin patch orange panties by the pallet.


I once read that the pretty but picky girls more often pick purple panties over any otherpanties. This peaked my interest in pantie picking habits of more than just pretty girls. Are Prozac popping pragmatic girls addicted to periwinkle colored panties? How about pizza loving pleasantly plump girls do they find cotton candy pink panties palatable or do they prefer deep purple plum panties? 

If this was plausible then one could make a poetic prophecy about the pot smoking psychedelic loving hippie girls. One that outlines their play towards powder blue panties or maybe perfect pinegreen panties, right?
Do premature teens obsess with appearance wear peach colored panties to match their Paul Smith jumpsuits and the pink Pumas they purchase at Payless. Do these same girls dump plates of protein to dream of being Playboy Playmates photographed on platform beds in nothing but a pair of plaid panties. The ones that splurge and purge while the pedophile park perverts try and peak through the paper thin walls of the porta-potty.
These assumptions a bit provocative, a bit premature, I know. The data collected slightly problematic and not pristine but nonetheless fun to ponder. Please share your hypotheses, stories and fun facts. Like the one about the pathetic Patties of the world and how they horde pumpkin patch orange panties by the pallet.


We shot ourselves!

We shot ourselves!





I have provided the same dirty cum rag to a couple of different guys.  Neither one know, but it was used repeatedly by both.

I have provided the same dirty cum rag to a couple of different guys.  Neither one know, but it was used repeatedly by both.


I know that I am someone. But I don’t about boys and girls. If I like both, I dunno if I’m gay or what. Most of the time, I like boys. But girl liking comes in my way too. Some people say, ” Too bad you’re gay, you look handsome though..”, which makes me think I should be a straight guy, and not a gay. Well, whatever happens, I dunno.

I know that I am someone. But I don’t about boys and girls. If I like both, I dunno if I’m gay or what. Most of the time, I like boys. But girl liking comes in my way too. Some people say, ” Too bad you’re gay, you look handsome though..”, which makes me think I should be a straight guy, and not a gay. Well, whatever happens, I dunno.


Elevator nudity, the thrill of getting caught excites me.

Elevator nudity, the thrill of getting caught excites me.


Today I feel like a cat

Today I feel like a cat


See, I have panties on. Now stop trying to look up my dress all the time.

See, I have panties on. Now stop trying to look up my dress all the time.


My Confession: “I read my ex-boyfriends email everyday and he has no clue.”
Who: Bad ex-gf Where: my computer
—————— Post your confession

My Confession: “I read my ex-boyfriends email everyday and he has no clue.”

Who: Bad ex-gf Where: my computer

—————— Post your confession


My Confession: “I am never happy with my weight no matter what it says. I always want it to say 18 pounds less. Even when I weighed 98 pounds. I’m smarter than this.”
Who: D Where: Chi-town
——————— What is your confession?

My Confession: “I am never happy with my weight no matter what it says. I always want it to say 18 pounds less. Even when I weighed 98 pounds. I’m smarter than this.”

Who: Where: Chi-town

——————— What is your confession?


My Confession:  “I give decaf to customers that are rude to me.”
Who: Barista Where: Seattle 
——————— What is your confession?

My Confession:  “I give decaf to customers that are rude to me.”

Who: Barista Where: Seattle 

——————— What is your confession?


My Confession  - ""I only feel sexy when I’m starving and that makes me sad."
Who: X Where: Bloomington, IN
——————— What is your confession?

My Confession  ""I only feel sexy when I’m starving and that makes me sad."

Who: X Where: Bloomington, IN

——————— What is your confession?