The Bad Shopper
Those that know me know I like to complain. I have a tendency to burden people with my problems. Sorry about that.
For some reason I cannot stop myself though. Maybe I am just selfish that way. So I am going to burden you all with my problems again. I have another one.
All of my underwear seems to be bad. I put on a pair today and the elastic was shot. Pulled them up and nothing. Just about fell down again. Then I tried to pull my pants up, usual stuff and the band folded over on itself.
I know people would say, just put on another pair. I did think of that. I tried on another pair and it had a hole in it. I thought come on. How does that even happen?
Then I need to do laundry and the only pair I have left now are really small. I would feel like something would pop out any any moment. Not that anyone would see, just be a tad bit uncomfortable for a while.
Besides being a tightwad and really just lazy, I guess I need to break down and buy some.
I really hate shopping for them though. Standing in the middle of a department store staring at men's underwear.
People look at you like you are a weirdo or something.
Then add on top of it, boxers, boxer briefs, briefs. I saw a pair of I guess some kind of weird hybrid boxer brief kind of thing. It went down to your knees. I almost want to go in, grab some tighy whities and run...
The ones I have with the elastic shot are Adidas. Lasted for a while. I like Adidas but when these got wet they made my ass itch if I had to sit down like on the boat...So kinda looking for something else.
What I will probably end up doing is waiting until I break down one night and try to find something online. I just have to figure out what I want. I don't necessarily want to know what people wear but any recommendations would be helpful. I am thinking about a mixture of different kinds. Just order a whole bunch at once. Bite the bullet and be done with it.
Until the next time...
TMI
Just having a little fun John....Haha
I recommend plaid boxers by Hanes. Hide accidents well.
I have similar issues on the days I bother to get dressed, lol.
with winter here and no place I need to be, I find myself conserving a lot of water by not showering as much or creating any unnecessary laundry. call first if you want to come visit...
We'll smoke on the patio....
right after you vote up your own article...
give me something to work with ffs...
... well?
Ender is a/n/former EMT specialist, I think. I wonder what underwear 'horror' stories have climbed/landed in his transport. EMT Transport Horrors - Underwear Edition!!
Alright. Jeez...Haha
I voted it up. I usually never vote my own articles.
Vickie always does that.
she has to.
I am bad about voting though.
I always vote mine up. It helps it make it to the front page. Dont be shy, Voting up your own comments on the other hand....
Read my avatar lips.
I love it when you talk dirty, even when it’s not to me.
It's been proven that 69% of people see something dirty in every sentence.
You nailed it, or I nailed it, it’s definitely nailed.
Order your new boxers on Amazon. No visit to the store and you'll get them in a couple of days.
Other than that I have no other advice.
It's not like I want you to model some or anything...
You beat me too it.
I agree, buy everything online, as long as you know your sizes... ...the last time I was in a clothing store, I had spent more time finding a preferred parking spot than shopping inside the store. wait until you see the prices of clothes now. I'm ready to go back to strictly polo shirts and levi's or shorts... oh wait, that's what I'm wearing...
Best idea. I buy as much on line as I can. I hate shopping
shopping got me divorced. I can't tell you how many times I tried to be the good husband and go shopping with the ex, only to spend all fucking day wandering thru every f'n store in the mall and ending up with the first item that she saw in a store hours before. when people wonder why mass shootings happen in malls, I've got a pretty good idea...
My husband got lucky. I avoid the malls as much as I can. He likes to shop more than I do
I hate shopping too. Even as a young girl, I hated shopping. But I had to because of work. Wore 3" fuck me pumps every day for work ... like just about every other woman ... for decades. Luckily I started out in Los Angeles then went with my boss to the Century City office. Both places had fantastic shopping within walking distance so shopping could be limited to lunch hours or an hour or so after work. Never had to fuck up my weekend by having to go shopping. Ugh.
Home Depot doesn't count...
Do you own a pair of Fort Worth "fuck me boots/"
Just guessing our friend can pick and choose, shoes or no shoes…
I used to keep a pair of "Me love you long time" cruisers in my 'bag.' But that was, Once Upon A Time in a Land Far Away. . . . Memories. That's all I have nowadays. Infamous/famous reflections on bygones that likely will not cast a shadow on this life again (or now that I have put that in the air- 'somebody,' some forbidden to me lonely old soul might 'spirit' me away into a sustained marriage. . . that's forbidden (to me), but I can't help myself to say "Stop, no, don't." (I have been known to swoon every now and again, Al Jezz' and take to my 'cushions.')
Anyway, you were being 'charming' to Cobalt, so let me step back and not be a third-wheeler looking for a 'turn'. . . .
dressed to the nines and wearing shoes you can't run in somehow doesn't make good sense.
Have you seen her spinning heel kick?
Boom!
LOL! We were in another town one day for one of my daughter's band thingies. We had some time to waste so we went to Lowe's. My son says to his dad:
"Dad, is Lowe's like a Toys R Us for grown-ups?"
We all laughed our selves silly.
I don't think they make cowboy boots with 3 inch spike heels...do they?
Why do you think men invented high heels?
Do have cowboy boots. Don't have 3" of heel on them however.
No shit. Instruments of torture until you realize after years, your calves have stretched to accommodate the stride. Then trying to wear ballet flats are torturous.
Mmmmm ... flirty poetry.
Too kind, but never mind…the outcome is the desired result. I wonder just where we’ve met before…perhaps on the ethereal plane…a lovely place indeed.
I found you when I didn't even know I was looking for you....
are those the ones with the big suction cup on the toes?
I had the same problem with the elastic waistband after my jockey underwear was washed many times, so I used a safety pin to tighten it - works okay.
It's taken a lifetime to get over being raised Catholic by survivors of the Great Depression and WWII.
I finally started throwing out socks and briefs that have holes or failed elastic.
I can still hear my mother (still alive at 93?) telling us to eat everything when we were little
or the Armenians & Ethiopians will be mad at us /s
I lie to her and tell her I donate the underwear and socks to GoodWill for rags...
I hear that. I buy the 12 pairs for $xx white socks so I won't have to toss the entire pair if I destroy one.
You all a bunch of cheap ass....
Haha
The last socks I got was from Christmas two years ago.
All in a box called twelve days of socks. All with a picture from the cartoon Rick and Morty....
when I was employed I bought my wardrobe once a year, based upon how often I wanted to do laundry. so like 10 or 12 of everything, and I still got the shopping done in way less than an hour.
Why YES !!!!
God bless "Moms" - Gotta love her!
Okay,. . . here comes 'trouble" — I'm just going, uh, nope, . . .yeah,....okay-K here we go: Boxers or Briefs, 'beefcake'?! . . . WHATa What? I'm just sayin'!
boxers, since I sometimes have to answer the door...
Allllrriiiighty now. Is it 'warm' in here or is it somebody I know ?!!!
I answer the door naked if it's Mormons or fucking Jehovah's Witnesses.
the JW's sound more fun. they usually have a female involved...
They pretend to cover their eyes, butt the smile give them away.
it's that snake in the garden of eden thing...
There was a snake under Adam's fig leaf.
eve was a snake charmer...
Hahaha
I had a pair of pajama bottoms I did that to. All stretched out. I thought, what if I roll over in my sleep and it stabs me...
I threw them away. Now I done have any pajama bottoms....
Pictures or it's not true.
Wait a minute....(uh yes, the number to planet fitness)...Sorry, anyway, wait hold on...(yes do you all offer instructors? I kinda need to work on my legs)...Pictures you say? One second....(it is how much? let me get back to you)...I think I am going to start riding my bike again. I will snap a pic...
that was way clever
HA!
Oh my! Now that is a 'ringer.' Makes me remember the days growing up of babies in the house, cloth diapers, and 'safety pins.' . . . somebody would ask why is that baby bawling its lungs out? On closer inspection: An open safety pin was "sticking" it. Boy, do babes today not know how "good" they have it!
Have to admit that the safety pin opening has happened now and then. Of course I felt it, but at least the pin didn't penetrate.
Snap *
2 Snaps* * up and you sir are my next big adventure!
See. Okay now. That's when you know you have been 'heard'! A real international man has been keeping up with my 'penetrating' comments. "Read" Buzz! I love it when you 'quote' me. (Just funni' with you, sir!)
—Dirty Boy Enterprises .
What if your glasses break at the temple and you need to use that safety pin to fix them?
What about glasses that break in the middle?
Do you recommend a "nerd band aid?"
I just realized safety pinned underwear is another indication of old age. It's like one day you're all young, daring and fun and poof! The next day you're turning down the radio in the car so you can see better.
Whenever I see you I turn the volume up ...
Now see hear
, what you seem to be sayin' is "safety shorts" is a conservative way of dealing with unruly underwear. 
I have to blast rock or death metal to drown out the hip hop bass coming from the fucking Jeep in front of me.
Damn! I'd imagine the two 'cells' wrapping around each other might cause sound tornadic activity and a broadcast event from your local weather center!
I think the exact opposite of hip hop bass is death metal rock, right? AeroSmith got it just about as close can go with getting 'lit':
That’s quite the imagination CB, good for you.
Well, I couldn't choose which to imagine properly. So we go with both as Winners! It's just so uplifting and good for ya too!
LIKE THIS!
Exactly
I always wanted a Wrangler....
Another sexy survivor. Smart too. Loved your idea of using "meatloaf" as our safe word since it's clear there are some things I will do for love, but I won't do that.
Like bras without underwires.
Underwire hell, just Free the Nipples.
Walk this way . . . kiss this waaaay . . . .
I am seeing your avatar in a whole new 'stiff' profile right now. Ugh!
You see what your bias allows.
Now and again: That's rich (of you)! I apologize for being 'mean,' nevertheless.
Mean?
Accept the apology. Don't over-think it,. . .please.
For a while it was the style that the band mattered. Walk around with the underwear band above the jeans and have a logo...
Supreme.....
I had suspenders attached to my tool belt so it hung off my shoulders instead of pulling my pants down.
That is a good idea actually.
No. NO. NO!
yethhhhhhh
wear a kilt and ya dont have to worry bout those under things , tis a bit "breezy" this time of year though ....
May be a little shrinkage involved in the cold up there...
Now, I have GOT to share this, because it is something that happens to "me" cargo pants with tie in front. Immediately after I bought this one specific pair (I "keeps" me some 'cargos' at this point in my life) the tie came out and got lost. Unlike you, Ender,. . .and just like you as a matter of principle I wear this pair of cargos without a tie in front. And, glory be, I have never approved of "sagging" in my life. . . but, you could beat me with a stick if when I go out in public those damn cargos don't start 'waisting' on me. And I am doing that thing 'saggers' do: the "pull-up, release, repeat" through-out.
Well, I got 'smart, (really?) and decided to belt those "puppies" atop the waist. . . and go out in public. . . my thinking is no one would know the difference—they did not. Until.
Now I go to a store for shopping that has bins all over the store. So I am bending. . . in a bin. . . and I imagine I am giving great 'form' and superb 'shape' back there. . . only to come back up and the darn belt is 'riding up' around my waist (women I 'feel' your suffering) and me-cargos are, you got it—sagging.
What's a. . . guy to do?
Well, and Ender this is where you come in to the story: I have decided to get rid of those 'peculiar' cargos and PAY FOR another pair of cargo "my lovelies" with my own money! Of course it is my money, I just repeated that as an enhancement.
Ender! Splurge on yourself. Indulge yourself! Be thankful you still got something down there that interest you in covering up and go get yourself something nice - boutique/couture even - just for you (It's a small shop and no one will laugh/gawk because 'everybody' is there for the same things)!
I have done that. The walk trying to keep your pants up. Hahaha
I hope it was not because your "unmentionables" were dropping it like its 'hot'! Ahem!
(Personal note: I think, could it be, the first time I have used the "devil" emoticon in a comment?)
On a serious note: Who was it that said: "You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,"*. . .? Deal with the 'undies' life have given you. And go get yourself some new pairs.
I have been supplied two lessons in life about undies. 1. You don't want to fall out in public and have EMTs talk about cutting your clothing away/off and you can't let them because of your underwear 'situation.' 2. You want everything to be 'in proper order' in those undies if you wake up 'naked' in a hospital in a gown.
SPLURGE!
JUST DO IT! (No reference to the corporation.)
* The great Kenny Rodgers. The Gambler. 1978.
I felt like (and occasionally did it too) women when they are walking and have to 'step it wide' to change the slant/tilt of what's underneath. Really, I do. But, this article is having a positive effect, because though I have not gotten all I can out of this pair of cargos, I have made a 'command decision' to retire those bad 'boys.'
Ender! You made it happen. Round of applause !
I apologize because I don’t understand your reply to Ender.
5.1.1 CB replied to Ender @ 5.1
I never wear a belt because I have a huge scar on my lower back. If my pants are too loose, I just put my hands in my pockets. People think I'm playing "pocket pool. I kinda like that.
It's a shame that cargo pants have no pockets
Cargo pants have pockets, my friend!
OOOh, sorry about the scar.
Duh.
well it IS the season of the old Carhart joke .
Tis the time of year to be digging through 6 inches of carhart insulated clothing to find a half inch of ding ding .....
Point of clarification: Cargo fleece pants are my 'dream' outfit these days:
I want those cargos just looking at them! And I am going to go get a pair or two (again) any day now!
Arvo...ahhh tracky dacks with pockets...
I always enjoy your Aussie expressions.
I love all kinds of sweatpants (but they hafta have pockets).
The pockets eventually get "holey" (and then you can scratch your balls without taking them off).
Yes! Yes! And, yes! These are 'everything' in comfort to me nowadays! And yes Al Jizz', I love 'me-cargo' pockets galore! I love how these pants drape, hang, and feel on the body. And the outer material takes 'forever' to give out! (Which is why I am going to hate dropping my newest pair out of the line-up; no matter it will be replaced by two more pairs, nevertheless!)
I kinda like the shoes...
Yeah boy! "He" is sharp dressed 'man.'
albino vans...
Great tunes!
al knows that. He was just offering a 'dad' quip.
It's sexy. I love scars. Not those silly "I shaved my legs with a new razor" scars, I mean surgery or accident scars. Wear them proudly. It's evidence of survival, evidence of overcoming adversity, evidence of mental strength.
Al Jeez! It's me with an update: Cobalt thinks you're way hot! "Rattle" your bones and get 'with' it!
“…evidence of mental strength.”
Scars galore…a knee, an ankle, and a prominent one on a jaw…good stories all. And I’m as mental as they come.
Hold my beer.
Here's a couple of my scars.
1. I went thru a windshield. I got over 2,000 stitches in my face and neck. They used up all of the sutures in the OR and finished up with "butterflies".
2. Cervical fusion. Metal plate and six screws in my cervical vertebrae. Unknown number of stitches.
3. Lumbar laminectomy. Unknown number of staples in back.
4. Wrist and leg lacerations (barbed wire). Several stitches here and there.
5. Other "minor" shit, not worth mentioning.
6. I used to party with hockey players (before they wore helmets). I got respect because I had more stitches (and teeth).
Scars are stories of your life. They're meant to be kissed. Although I am confused as to why practically every single man on earth (only a slight exaggeration) has that horizontal scar at the bottom of the chin just where it curves under. I always ask about how it happened, and it's always something different; falling onto handlebars, climbing a fence, shaving.
Survivor. Sexy af.
I have a scar on my forehead and one on my wrist. According to some religions the evil will be marked on the forehead and wrist.
So I live like I was doomed anyway....
It was a car wreck (obviously). I had just "graduated" from boot camp. My fucking company commander was drunk driving. I was shot gun. The responding ambulance took us to the closest ER. They wrapped some gauze around my head an told the ambulance driver to take me to the Navy Base because they didn't want me on their death records.
I had lost a lot of blood butt I never even lost consciousness. I would have cussed the fucker out but the ambulance driver did that for me.
Those were the good old daze.
Q: What does a shipwreck have in common with a deflowered virgin?
A: Bloody semen.
Are you hitting on Cobalt (again)?
I always do.
Why the nerve!
You have to romance a lady like that.
Damn. We didn't wear seatbelts back then.
One time three of us were going somewhere, I forget where. The driver a friend of mine was a terrible driver anyway, I could tell stories. We were all in a van at night and he decided he needed to lean over and get a kleenex or something and when he turned he turned the wheel. We rammed into a telephone pole.
I was actually ok even though I ended up in the front of the van when I was in the back.
The guy shotgun lost his front teeth when he hit the dashboard.
One reason I got so many stitches is luck. The Doctor that had ER duty was Dr. Anderson who happened to be a plastic surgeon. I heard him ask the nurse to prepare the anesthesia. I told him I didn't want it because I was going off of active duty at 8AM. He said, "Okay, it's ready when you want it.
Anyone can handle a few stitches (I didn't know the extent of my injuries). He started sewing above my left eye brow. When he sewed up my eyelid he said, "You're lucky, somehow you cut through you eyelid butt your eye is fine." I kept thinking that I could leave after a few more stitches.
When he finished the eye he said, "Geez, you cut your nose in half. Let me give you the anesthesia now."
I said, " No thanks, I'm going home when you finish."
He said, "Good. You've got a concussion, so I shouldn't give you anything for pain anyway."
He finished with my nose and he started looking at my throat. He said, "Damn, you cut is already healing so i need to open back up... Holy shit! You carotid artery is exposed, if it had been cut, you would be dead."
He used up the rest of the sutures on my throat. Then he said, "I'm going to hav to use butterflies on these little cuts so the scars will be worse. Butt most of the little cuts are above your hairline so they won't show when your hair grows back (I had a boot camp buzz cut - no fucking hair).
The surgery took about 8 1/2 hours. When they finished cleaning the blood off of my eyes, my sight returned. I got off the table and started to walk out. A Corpsman grabbed me and said, "Wait, what do you think you're doing?"
I said, "I hafta pee, where's the fucking men's room?"
The Doctor said, "Go with him and be ready to catch him."
As we walked across the crowded waiting room everyone was looking quickly away. The people were military personnel and dependents who had probably seen battle scarred Vietnam vets. I knew then that i was a scary looking mother fucker. For some reason i started smiling.
After I peed, i went to the sink to wash my blood caked hands. I made the mistake of looking at the fucking Frankenstein Monster in the mirror. My knees buckled, butt I caught myself on the sink. I knew I would NOT be discharged from active duty today.
My Battalion Commander was waiting for me with a wheelchair when I came out of the bathroom. I found out later that he beat the shit out of the Company Commander (the driver). And I was taken to the dispensary where the Navy ambulance guys hung out playing poker and listening to the radio calls.
They asked me if I wanted to play butt I told them I just wanted to lay down. I didn't know I was on fifteen minute vital signs. I thought I would go to sleep butt they kept taking my vital signs every fifteen minutes and told me not to sleep because of the concussion. I said, "Fuck it and I got up and played poker through the night."
I apologize for the length of this comment.
In retrospect, not all of the "good old daze" were all that good.
Butt Cobalt is right - I'm a fucking survivor.
Evening Al...well one thing... after all that nothing here would eat you..to tough..
Wait... what about the fucking "Shelias?"
Australia eve has tiny jelly fish that are deadly.
Everything in Australia is dangerous.
Even the cute little Kolas will bite your fucking pecker off.
You guys even have Tasmanian Devils.
What... our Tassie devils are cuties!!..how could you not love them..😁
Then you would love the one on my ankle. Looks like a shark took a bite out of my lower leg
You win. I have my fair share especially one on my face where I ran into a barbed wire fence on a sled...but you win.
I still have that ankle fracture scar.
I've got on on my chin...where I fell on the asphalt on the playground chin first
As they would say in the UK; "It's not a bloody competition."
The more blood the better!
I've donated over 50 units of blood to the Red Cross butt I've never received a transfusion.
With various wounds, I've, at times, lost lots of blood.
We should be "blood brothers" (or would you be a "blood mother?").
I would love it! Scars are signs of strength, emotional stamina, and living life and carrying on.
I say "I rolled one" and I mean a joint. You say "I rolled one ... and fractured the shit out of that rolled ankle."
The perils of sledding in farm country...
I have a circular scar that I got when I was a baby...
Which is why every scar should be kissed. As gratitude.
Is yours a white cool cat with shades?
That took me a minute...
Yep.
Been there and broke my ankle too.
I had to wear a brace on my ankle to play volleyball for about a year.
Butt, Santos had to have both of his knees replaced for lying about playing volleyball.
Yeah, I got one of those too (no I'm not Jewish).
Circumcision is fucking genital mutilation of innocent babies.
My son has his fucking foreskin.
No way; not if 'it' looks like that!!!
Apparently MonsterMash thinks an uncircumcised " dicks look like anteaters." (see comment # 5.1.54 )
he seems to be the site authority on the subject...
With that 'thing,' where do you begin doing 'business'? Looks. . .threatening. There is a lot of words one can say about a penis: dangerous should not be one of them.
I can' believe no one has posted the simple solution to crappy under wear.
Q: Boxers or briefs or boxer/briefs?
A: Save time (and money) just go COMMANDO.
I haven't worn underwear (it's no fun to wear) since my hippie daze in the late sixties.
Every woman who has made that discovery, has found it to be a turn-on.
And, of course, when women make discovery, I find it to be a turn-on too.
Last time I didn't I was a teen. A bunch called into the office and they wanted to search us for drugs. The wanted to search us and told us to drop them. My friend kept saying, you do don't us to do that...
Back and forth a couple of times and he finally said fuck it. Dropped and bared it all.
They dismissed us so fast after that...
Do you know if women go, "Commanda"?
YES!
That didn't make much sense. A lot of errors in there haha
... only on the weekends. date night to be specific...
LOL!
Mr G goes commando in the winter when he wears jeans. He wears those weird boxer briefs in the summer when he wears shorts. I guess he's afraid Little G is going to pop out.
"Little G"? Trout G', did you 'out' Mister G'?
Uh...Little G isn't 5 foot 10,,,,thank Mary
I understand 'brilliantly'!
(You handled that perfectly. Thank you for being a sport!)
the only time I ever went commando was late 70's early 80's working construction, but I was wearing bib overalls all the time and it was summer.
The down side of Commando is accidently zipping up a little bit of skin from the little guy. Time has not faded that memory a bit.
ow
except I don't really have a point of reference
LMAO, a not so fond memory.
After that (OW!) happens you get very careful and tuck with the left hand while zipping.
It's also painful when you zip up you pubic hair (so, I trim that fucking bush).
Cobalt trimmed her bush into a lovely "heart shape".
Ouch is correct, TG'! And I will tell you that every guy who has ever gone 'commando' remembers that sensation of "Got ya." Thanks to Freefaller for reminding ME of why I 99.99 percent STOPPED going commando. It is not a nice feeling at all to be caught by that zipper (which we have with us all our days)! And if the pain/shreik of zipping it 'up' isn't enough—unzipping off the captured piece of skin is similar (if not exactly) to having a stuck zipper on any clothing apparel! It is stuck zipper apparel times 2!
That was a lovely photo.
There is a somewhat painful learning curve.
A pirate with a hook and an eyepatch encountered an old pirate friend on a bar.
His friend said, "Holy shit! What happened to your fucking hand?"
The pirate said, "Shark."
His friend asked, "What about your eye?"
The pirate answered, "Well there a learning curve with a hook...."
"Aye!"
"Yep."
“ I don’t want to be a pirate.”
Lol that was an ow, unfortunately the only cure for zipping it up is unzipping it. YOW!!
Yeah, it's a fucking "twofer".
I never went to the fucking ER, I just used a BandAid and cussed a lot.
A woman once confessed to me that she put her mini pad (with "wings") sticky side up in her panties.
She said when she pulled it off slowly, it was worse than getting waxed (the pad was covered with pubic hair).
LOL, no instruction book with the hook.
I wore button fly levi's for decades because of an incident in the past.
Me neither but I'd probably still be standing there in fear and pain (I was only 9 at the time) if my brothers friend hadn't seen and saved me
Just wear the damn shirt!
I can hear his whiney voice saying it every time I read that. Hahaha
One more thing from your "friendly" laundry side of things:
This is my best advice for the day! If not helpful for the 'here and nowers' it can assist with keeping the "newbies" in charge/shape for the future!
It is odd to me that he takes his 'top' off to sit down on a date. Who does that?!
The poor bastard looks like a "eunuch"?
This is my second best advice for the day! A 'onesy' and a hoop!
Be a Spectacle! The hoop never drops down below her waist!!
I will be the 'first' to admit I have loved this song since the late 70's (Ms. Grace is not spring 'chick') but she has always been avant garde and she is a French citizen for most of her life. I admire that she can keep that hoop coming while talking, singing, and walking on stage before all those people. That said, I do under why her 'behind' is out for all to see. I mean she has an orchestra playing on stage behind all those 'hips.' A bit grandiose, in a good way (I guess)?
I don't bring this up to be promoting of the video. The question has 'haunted' me all night since I posted the video and even when I showered this morning, so I feel I have to broach it even if no one takes it up!
my first thought was wtf? a hula hoop? goofy french TV... but I found the network logo and it's belgian TV, close enough...
Dept. of OOPS!
That said, I do NOT under why her 'behind' is out for all to see.
french TV is so bad some state of undress is required in the programing, and nudity is expected in the commercials.
Devangelical, you are like becoming my muse! I hope you don't mind. You give me 'cause' to reach back to another time. And I am having a ball! (I hope you get something out of it too. You researched Grace Jones 'performance'?! Outstanding!
And now this: Here is the 1985 MTV video ('early days of video 'killled the radio star'):
You think she is eccentric with a hoop; . . . what do you think of Ms. Grace JONES' 'art' circa 1985?
I used to get socks and underwear every year for Xmas. When I was in college my Mom was helping me with my laundry and was very disapproving of the holey socks and underwear. She told me to go buy some and I said why bother you'll get them for me for Xmas.
I never got socks and underwear ever again from Mom.
I was lucky. When I was a teen, my Mom always hid a twelve pack of Trojans (marked one night supply) in my Xmas stocking.
(Please ignore that stupid "Roll Tide!" horse shit.)
My Mom got my sister underwear for Christmas every single year. When she passed, I bought my sister underwear every Christmas. Still do.
A final bit of advice (in the train of suggestions): That stretched out underwear is akin to its 'cousin" - Holey.
Holey underwear is not H-o-l-y. underwear.
Don't celebrate it, don't kneel before it. Just let it go onto the trash heap of life. And when you stand before the trash bin of life remember to thank that wretched cotton/polyester blend for giving you the best that itS 'got.' That is, oh yes I'm going there:
THANK IT FOR ITS SERVICE.
Best underwear hack ever.
Go commando.
Yep. comment (6).
... can't find it in camo?
All of his shit is camo, so he can't find his camo underwear in the pile.
Now I want camo underwear...
Victoria's biggest secret: Bondouflage.
Once again your logic is seriously flawed.
If all his shit is camo and his camo underwear is lost in the pile. How is he finding pile in the first place? It’s all camo .......
Correcting you is getting old. So old.
snake boots won't protect that.
Pixelated underwear is also available:
That is actually hilarious. Hahaha
I want a pair.
I bought the hubby new FOTL whisking boxer briefs. He loves them. He is a heavy duty mechanic & gets wet & sweaty - whisks the moisture away from his private parts...