Deep Thoughts in my Undies

Sunday afternoon I did absolutely nothing. I was a fucking slug.

The house was empty; not a roommate to be seen. The summer sun was cooking my yellow skin to an even finer yellow. I was baking like a toasted cheeser.

I didn't bother to get dressed. I planted myself on the living room couch in my boxers and spent hours cruising through the entire series of Freaks and Geeks.

And I thought to myself:

This would be a lot more fun if there was a girl in a tank top and underwear combo sitting here sweating with me.