“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 Seven, 8am. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty–these panties ain’t going nowhere. This case is as cold as a well digger’s butt in January.
Day Nine, 8:30am. This job can be a real heartbreaker, working the FPU beat. Sometimes life on the street leaves a pair of panties with some pretty tough choices for survival. Nice pair of cotton panties from the sticks can’t survive all alone out here, no matter how big those dreams were when they came into the city. We’re gonna have to turn this one over to Vice Squad. Suspect may be disguised and fabulous.
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.
And the third part of the story, which includes a nice dog.
(Thanks to Kathryn Keith Sims of the Feathered Nest Boutique–check her out on Etsy and FB– for making me laugh so hard this morning that I almost had to return home for fresh panties. The accessories she sells in her store are WAY cuter than what you see in the above evidence photo.)