It’s been going on for about 6 months now. It’s nothing new, really. I’ve heard of couples doing this sort of game for years on end. Or variations on the theme:
Hide the Spongebob panties on/in/under each other’s stuff.
I just now pulled the lime green offensive things (unworn, thankfully) out of my rucksack. At the office. The two women in my cube just saw it and I had to explain myself. Why I had panties. At work.
It’s been restricted to being hidden on/in/under the personal belongings in the bedroom but lately we’ve branched out: I had hid them in his luggage for the cruise, in hopes that Customs would pull them out during some random inspection. He has stuffed them into at least every shoe I own – at the campground. He’s put his head on them a couple times when he’s gone to bed. Now I think I’m going to put them in the freezer or inside the shower head.
Oh yes. This is still on, motherfoosher!
Despite everything you’ve heard and read about Segways, they will fall over, they will crash and they will hurt you. Don’t be lulled into the lie that they’re the “transporter of the future”, because they’re actually very uncomfortable and touchy machines, much like a skittish pony with diarrhea. I couldn’t see someone actually using one as a utility vehicle. You just stand there, really. Not much else. 
Stingrays! Back to these “vacuum cleaners of the Caribbean Sea”. Gentle as cats and yet still able to illicit a child’s scream louder than Armageddon itself (as one parent on our tour was unfortunate to discover). I felt at peace with these creatures. I wish I could flab my sides and glide around. If I did that now, my sides would just jiggle. A lot.
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