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A few years ago I visited Disneyland in LA with some friends, as part of a cross-America coaster tour. It was hot and I had on a striped sun-dress. It was on the short-side, but not indecently so, so I wore a thong underneath. Unfortunately the thong has either shrunk in the wash or else I had put on weight since I bought it, but it was chafing parts of me that I would really rather not have chafed.
After a while I got fed up with this and disappeared to the rest rooms where I removed the offending garment. I was very careful about not bending down and stuff like that. I didn't want anyone catching an eye-full. I am quite shy, really.
Later that day I had my photo taken with Mickey Mouse. In the photo, he has his hand (paw?) half-covering his face, like he's gone all bashful about something.
That bastard knew, didn't he?
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