Just something totally goofy and crazy for my 360th story. Enjoy and please remember to review!

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How the hell did women do this?

House shifted uncomfortably in his chair and grabbed his oversized ball, then tossed it up into the air.

He had always wondered how women could put up with so much crap, just to attract members of the opposite sex. Not that he was complaining. But how did one person suffer through the hours of teasing, curling, prodding, painting, flipping, and glossing? He could never sit still long enough to go through all of that.

He glanced over at his only female duckling, then shifted again. She made it look so easy, and it annoyed him. Here he was, barely able to sit still, and she was looking as comfortable as ever.

Maybe even more so.

He cursed his inability to resist a dare. Why couldn't he just grow up? No, he had to be the best and do everything better than everyone else. His hand reached down and adjusted his pants, but it didn't help.

If anything, it made it worse.

Cameron felt his heated stare on her, but she didn't acknowledge it. His fat mouth had gotten him into this mess, and she had no pity for him. Then, just to annoy him, she leaned back in the chair and stretched comfortably. Idiot.

He stared at her, then growled and got to his feet.

Chase and Foreman watched curiously as House stormed across the carpeted floor. What the hell was wrong with him?

Cameron grinned to herself.

House leaned over to grab his coffee mug, and Chase nearly choked on his tongue.

Peering above the waistband of House's jeans was a soft looking, magenta colored string...

House was wearing a thong!

Cameron looked at Chase with fake concern as he coughed. "You alright, Chase?" She knew that he had seen the thong, and she smirked as the material of House's boxers rubbed against her skin.

It served him right for saying that women had it easier.

The End!

A/N: Hehehe, the Hameronness. Don't give up! Thanks for reading, and please remember to review!