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That's actually where "going commando" originated as a term: with Scottish military servicemen who didn't wear underdrawers beneath their kilt.

My first "real" crush was my best friend in 5th and 6th grade. Strangely enough, we have the same first name. Aside from that, we're basically opposites. He likes/liked sports, he has really skinny ribs that you can count, has blond hair, blue eyes, likes to laugh...he's really chatty with other people, etc. I prefer books and movies, I have dark hair and green eyes, a heavyset frame, I'm usually pretty serious, and I prefer my own company, mostly. One thing that I learned early on, is that he's very ticklish. Like, to an absurd degree. I swear, I never set out to tickle him on purpose. But, one day, after inviting him over to my house, I tried to give him a little shoulder rub because his muscles were sore from gym class. It left him gasping and convulsing on my bed like he was being tortured! Hahaha! Oops. If we'd been older and wiser, it could have led to some amazing foreplay, and, although we did experiment a little, we went to different schools in the 7th grade. He lived on the opposite side of town, and being dependent on my helicopter parents for transport meant that house visits were very rare. The relationship pretty much died around the start of 8th grade, but I still remember the time we spent together fondly.

If a guy this pretty had been at my high school, I probably would have fallen in love at first sight.

I made Elotes-style soup for dinner, with corn muffins on the side. https://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/elote-style-corn-soup

Wrong kind of lettuce. 🤣

Oh, sorry, Blanche. We forgot you're only 24 years old.

Lemon curd will always be king, in my opinion.

I published a thing.

Thank you, Dugh. And what's this I hear about a date?

Thank you!

I could have continued the story, but I really just wanted to dip my toes in the pool. There are some bigger fish I want to fry.

I published a thing!

The fluorescent lights of "Burger Bliss" hummed a monotonous tune, doing little to elevate the ambiance of the fast-food grill. Austin fiddled with the straw of his orange juice, the condensation slick on his fingers. Jack, ever the picture of casual confidence, had already devoured half his double smash burger. "Welcome! What would you like to order?" The clerk, a young woman with a name tag that read "Tiffany," had greeted them with practiced enthusiasm. "A double smash burger with cheese

Two teens, Jack and Austin, order from a local fast food restaurant. Jack notices Austin's romantic interest in someone sitting at a neighboring table, leading Jack to play wingman for Austin.

Don't eat the "oysters".

You got locked out of your house by spiders... 👀 #neverforget

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Happy Pride month, everyone!

Hey, Dugh and Mum.

If you've ever asked yourself: "Am I going crazy?" The answer is usually "No." Crazy people don't realize that they're crazy; in their own minds, everything is perfectly rational.

Hey, Nick! Welcome back, Froggy!

Hey, Gary.

There's so much meat, I'd think you would lose the tree in the forest. Anyway, that's not what we had for dinner. Tonight, we had Pain Belge (a type of bread), Steak-frites, and asparagus Flamande. For dessert, some Liege-style waffles. It's meant to be a film watching party, of sorts. We saw Young Hearts tonight, as a family.