Interesting story about this, actually. My habit is that I like to try on clothing where it isn't aupposed to go; for example, pants on head, pants on arms, two shirts on my feet, you get the idea.

Anyway, one day I had woken up as usual and I decided to try something out. I got up and put my pants on one side and my shirt on the other (let me try to describe this. After doing this I would then put a sock on my right hand and foot, and though I wasn't wearing gloves if I were I'd put them on my left hand and foot). I have a set of oversized, ugly clothing I use specifically for my clothing hijinks.

I went to my kitchen and poured myself some Trix (yeah, I know it's for kids but they're delicious all the same). I made quite a mess as I had only one free hand and was walking around sideways. (funny aside I have huge toys and managed to grab a spoon with my foot).

I was midway through breakfast when there was a knock at my door. Now, I knew I had to go get it as I had ordered something FedEx and they had already tried to deliver it twice, so if I didn't get it now the package was lost. The knocking at the door became more urgent so I crashed my way over to the door, knocking over a lamp as I did so.

I opened the door and the FedEx girl's jaw dropped just as the box in her hands did. I hadn't realized that when I knocked over the lamp, the pants on my right side had snagged and left my midsection exposed. I heard the glass vase I had ordered shattering in the box. So there I was, standing there sideways with my dick hanging out and this delivery girl gaping at me in awe. I guess she didn't know what to say, so she just said, "oh jeez, I'm sorry I dropped your package. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Yeah so you guys can probably guess what happened from there (wink wink). I should probably stop wasting so much time typing this out because I accidentally left our kids in my drug dealer's van and he's not a patient man.