“In the criminal littering system, panty-based offenses are considered especially heinous. In our fair City, the dedicated bloggers who investigate these underwear felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Feral Panties Unit. These are their stories.”
Day Two, 5pm. The panties are beginning to camouflage themselves as they adapt to their new habit. We’re 48 hours into this stakeout and the trail is growing cold. And breezy. We may have to call in commandos.
Day Three, 8:30am. Looks like someone left their cake out in the rain. The FPU officer suffered an attack of panty pity and shielded the wad of panties with her regulation black umbrella. It’s hard out here for a pimp.
Day Three, 5:15pm. Feral Panties Unit officer outlined the panty wad in order to prevent further contamination. From this angle, it’s starting to look like the Rolling Stones lip logo…or have I been looking at this for too long?
If you have no earthly idea what the hell is going on here, click here to read the beginning of the story.
And then the second part of the story.
Then somebody help me get in touch with Ice T to see if he’ll do a guest post.