I was sewn in a third world country by an eight-year-old Indonesian boy with very soft hands. I was purchased as part of a graduation present for a very hairy young man from Bryn Mawr. He wore me to school at Temple, where I lived most of my formative years either in a pile of dirty laundry, or being fapped into. During college my interest in the sports world began. I especially enjoyed hanging in the locker room.
After a horrible Griswold Machine accident, two bouts with Carotenosis and a Hypercarotenemia diagnosis in 2004 left me with Liqua-Tan™ skin (think potato). Though I enjoyed the views from various gym lockers, I retired from the apparel world earlier this year to pursue a blogging career on a full time basis.