I tend to think that my neighboorhood is a fairly clean and respectable place to live. Once in a while though, I see things that make me wonder what really happens behind closed doors. What was left in the middle of the one street through my neighborhood has me kinda creeped out (especially since it's been there almost 24 hrs and nobody has moved it).
Anyone care to speculate on how they got there? It has me locking my doors tighter now. At least they appeared clean though.
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I'd be more concerned if they were soiled or bloodied.
How far to the nearest laundromat? It fell out of someone's laundry basket, gym bag, or when they opened their car door.
I'd say it's at least 10-15 min. away to the nearest laundromat that I know of. The mystery deepens!
Don't know what size we're talking here, but my sons have the same undies. Somebody probably dropped them when they were walking home from a pool club or the gym ..I'm sure its nothing too sinister..
No mystery here... the Sock Gnomes are expanding their business to the undies department, and maybe one of them has been caught or chased by a cat or a dog, leaving this piece behind.
Is this one of those lateral thinking puzzles? Did the underpants jump out of a plane without a parachute?
I would propose, Bigus, the perhaps you are the only person in the neighborhood that doesn't know the identity of the pantless paramour.
Did you unexpectedly come home a little early from work recently?
Chin up, buck ... you're in your thirties now. No need to shoulder the entire load if you don't have to.
you should have a contest for who can come up with the best story as to how they got there.
I had a marine friend who was in desert storm, they were at one of the latrine pits in the desert, one time, and this other guy just SCREAMED , cut off his underwear with his knife, and threw them as far as he could. No explanation was ever given.
Dude that's a wicked idea but I'll have to hunt a prize that compares to the Keyboard Cat-A-Trois shirt. Hmmmmm.....
As long as the undies are not the prize...
Oddly enough, when I returned home from work yesterday, the mystery underpants had vanished (sorry to disappoint Leo). It disturbs me that someone actually took the time to pick them up and dispose of them properly. I would have take a stick and dumped them into someone's yard.