But they're not just dirty in that I've worn them once or twice, they're like covered in fuzz. And chalk, from a stupid project my gay instructor had us do.
I know. One of these days I'll persuade him to wear dress clothes. And he'll look so amazing, he probably won't even have to wear them for very long.
Shut up, Ray. That's not what I meant. Especially because all my instructors are all mean old ladies. No cute nurses in my program!
Noted.
Prude swings both ways.
And now you know our secret. We only wear those things so we can take them off again. And now we must kill you. Unfortunately I forgot to load my dartgun with poison darts.
It's alright, it's usually more fun to imagine when they're mean old ladies.
I would be paid to do stuff with women, not with men.
I don't really.