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In other news, no...no, I can't actually think of any other news. Other than I am probably the worst packer ever, and despite my constant worrying that I'm going to end up down there having forgotten all my underwear, I am more than likely going to end up down there having forgotten all my underwear AND socks.
Pray for me.
Ok, so, one year I was leaving college. Freshman year to be exact. And I was speed packing all my stuff. And I did, in fact, forget my underwear. All of it. In my drawer. In my locked dorm room. In Virginia. And I didn't discover this until Pennsylvania. Now, the nice thing was the Xtine was leaving a few days later than the rest of us because of some Frisbee shenanigans. So she managed to get my underwear and mail it to me. However, best part of the story, my *ahem* vibrator was in the underwear drawer. (I mean, where else would it have been?) And when she and her...mother went to go grab it for me, Xtine had to dive to cover it and then hide it in the package. Sigh....I knew from that day on the she was going to be my roommate for life.
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