NormBoxers or briefs?
I put my head down to sleep in a pair of undies that have seen the events of another dramatic day unfold. Early is the best time of the day to do such a filthy thing as waking. Sometimes you have to step outside your smalls to realise that you smell like a sweaty jobease bum. Different people will find different things on the nose. Having cotton threads soaked in seminal secretions satiates sourness, certainly. There’s no accounting for bad smell. Polkadot seethrough briefs of brown and white have adorned some of the finest arses of posterity. Not to mention front-posterities. Who knows what that holds? The day I can pugilize myself out of a pulped organic sack is the period of sunshine that I wear boxer shorts. I don’t really know my way around a ring. Smuggling budgerigars up the nose is a custom in my family. Why front when you can’t back it up with the goods? To be perfectly frank, I rarely use any underwear on my hips. If you open up any male, you’ll find that we’d rather not wear them at all. Stepping into an elastic chastity belt is no fun at all. I promised myself I wouldn't but once again, I’ve put my undies in a post. Boxers and briefs: opposite.
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Equal and Opposite
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I read one sentence of your post:
And I just lose it man ...
Way too funny ...
David ..
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
things like that seem to come from above.
That's why I recommend:
Tight lycra shorts for racing or loose styles for the single track.
Norm.
Cracking one on his lips.