FountainandFairfax
in a VAN down by the RIVER
Last week I was at the store and I was buying underwear and socks. There was this guy milling up and down the underwear aisle so I left and came back after a few minutes and he was still there. So I was like "Dang, what's the holdup, I need to get out of here and you're sending my anxiety through the roof." So I walked over and just hastily grabbed a box of what I THOUGHT was the same style of underwear that I usually get.
WRONG.
I pulled one out of the box today, Easter Sunday, running late as heck, and discovered, to my horror, that these were what I call "Pretty Boy Panties" or "Stripper Boxers." I will NEVER be this guy, but I haven't done laundry due to the quarantine and they were all I had to wear. So long story short, I had to walk around at my mom's yesterday for two hours, making conversation, eating supper, wishing my granddad a happy birthday (it was yesterday, as well) and the whole time I know I'm wearing these aqua blue, tight as Hell, Chippendale hammocks under my pants.
It was sooooo uncomfortable, physically AND mentally. As soon as I got home I just ripped them off and threw them in the hamper.
WRONG.
I pulled one out of the box today, Easter Sunday, running late as heck, and discovered, to my horror, that these were what I call "Pretty Boy Panties" or "Stripper Boxers." I will NEVER be this guy, but I haven't done laundry due to the quarantine and they were all I had to wear. So long story short, I had to walk around at my mom's yesterday for two hours, making conversation, eating supper, wishing my granddad a happy birthday (it was yesterday, as well) and the whole time I know I'm wearing these aqua blue, tight as Hell, Chippendale hammocks under my pants.
It was sooooo uncomfortable, physically AND mentally. As soon as I got home I just ripped them off and threw them in the hamper.