So I guess you can call me a pervert, like an official pervert. I spent three weeks in the middle of the woods surviving off of whatever I could find that was edible and the only thing that kept me going was Sophie's pair of hot pink thongs. I kept them from the party and when I was packing stuff for my cruel and unusual punishment I saw them on my floor and just picked them up. I figured, they wouldn't be of any use lying on my floor, so why not? Every night, well not every night, more like two or three times a week I would just take them out and I don't know, what would most teenage boys do with a pair of panties? Well whatever they do, I'm not owning up to it.