Ah, my lovely next-door neighbor who prances around in a thong with the shades wide open. A sexy black thong contrasting nicely with … your hairy man legs. You are a dude. Why are you wearing a thong? I’m a girl and I don’t even like wearing thongs. And why do you think I want to see? I mean, it’s entertaining, but eventually it’s just awkward when I’m trying to wash dishes and you’re basically standing right in front of me, acting like you don’t know I’m there. Also, I can see you when you go to the bathroom to pee. I see you shaking it out and everything. You are turning me into the biggest creeper when all I’m doing is washing my dishes.
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