My Pants
Time for a journal entry as I'm slowly seeping my way back into that that was Megarad and now is Linkswarm.
By pants, I am of course referring to the British meaning of the word; not that of our American cousins. I spend money on external clothing like T-shirts, jumpers and trousers and shoes ... whatnot. I don't spend much on socks and pants though. Some part of my brain deems these items of begrudging necessity, only to be bought when those that I have; have been washed and warn so many times that one doesn't need to understand the finer points of set theory to realise that they more then adequately class as - - - threadbare. So dear reader, I sit hear now with every other pair of pants in the wash - last pair; the pair of last resort. The pair put on out of a desperate need to get to work at a remotely reasonable time this morning. During the day they decided to give me a big meep-you-salute, the last meepon holding the fly went, my dignity saved through a steadfast zipper. As I sit here, typing this my meep tip feels like it is getting colder and colder. At some point I have to say 'enough!- put my hand down there and push the erm massive-man-muscle (yeah thats right! was in NO way gonna say "little fella") back in. See I am a doting owner and its needs are well cared for.
Tomorrow is one of those days, a sad day - a day to buy underwear.




Nov24 '06
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Welcome back, Sir. Pants you say? I personally prefer the testicular freedom of a pair of boxer shorts.
Nov24 '06
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I prefer the total freedom of going commando.
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I'm feeling the limey love, R U?
Nov25 '06
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boxerbriefs are swanky