All Alone

I walked out into the living room to discover that everyone else had vanished from the house – even the random guy currently living on the futon. Do I become suspicious and puzzle out the abduction conspiracy, or do I take this opportunity to take my pants off and bakes some cookies in my hole-splotched undies?

Decisions, decisions.


  1. grid wrote:

    take it off, baby!

  2. yami wrote:

    Too late, I made marinade in my bathrobe instead.

  3. Kat wrote:

    If you’re that alone, why even bother with the undies? (Naked bloggers, indeed.)

  4. yami wrote:

    Then I’d have to close the curtains on the kitchen window.

  5. Rasmus wrote:

    Cookies cookies cookies! If bakin’ ‘em in undies makes them better, then do it! If undies are a restriction too, get rid of ‘em. We want cookies!

  6. Kat wrote:

    Wait, so you don’t have to close the curtains if it’s *just* your undies, but…
    Maybe I don’t really want to know.

  7. yami wrote:

    Hey, they’re just inhibitions, they don’t have to make sense.

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