THE TMI CLOTHESLINE

Do you have neighbors that border on the TMI
(too much information) clothesline? Not in a
yeah-so what-everyone wears underwear kinda
way but rather because of the particular contents
of their clothesline you know that they are THOSE
KIND of people that wear THAT KIND of particular
underwear even though they look like they might
never in a million years wear THAT KIND of
underwear or wear that BIG PADDED bra and
now when you say hello to them on the street it
takes all your power not to stare at her chest and
at his pants thinking they wear THAT KIND of
underwear?

DO YOU THINK?

Do you think Lance Armstrong wishes Sheryl Crow
would stop embarassing him in front of the other
Tour de France dudes by meeting him with stuffed
animals and giant bouquets of yellow flowers at
each and every major, stressful turning point in
the race? I do.