I just spent $18 on a panty.
Correction: I just spent $18.50 + tax on a sequined, overwhelmingly sparkly panty that my boyfriend is not likely to even notice or care about (not that I bought it for his enjoyment, but barring running down the street in my panty, who else is going to see it but me?). On second thought, I bet he's not even going to be surprised by the sparkle. He's just going to go, "yeah, looks about right," or, "yep, that fits all I know about you so far." Whatever.
I also followed the aforementioned purchase with a hot pink bra, and then used the coupon I did have for a free panty at Victoria’s Secret and selected a hot pink one. You know, because I hate pink so much.
See, that’s how they get you. The coupons from hell Victoria’s Secret mailed me and I so innocently believed I would just use the free panty one. I went into the store with every intention of grabbing my free panty and leaving unscathed. But then, I saw the light shining off the limited edition sparkly panty, it called out to me, I tried to resist its allure, but we all knew it was a lost cause. It was pretty, sparkly and had a lace back. I didn’t stand a chance. It was too much sparkle...
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| Actual closeup of the panty. How could I resist this? |
Now every time I wear my sparkly panty, my v-area (vagina included, of course) is going to resemble a disco ball. Well played, Victoria’s Secret, well played.
