And that means orphaned undies. First up, we have a pair of XL tightie whities.
I am clueless here. And if you want them, send forceps.
Next up, a sock.
A very tiny sock.
Not quite as colorful or as naughty as what I find at the lake, but enough to still leave me wondering what it is about me that draws orphaned draws.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.