Literally.
Over the course of several days, I consumed what was left of my boxer supply. As such, I found a pair of boxers in my drawer that weren't exactly boxers at all. I'm assuming they were a product of the 90's, and for good reason. When my brother moved out (years ago), he left with me several pairs of underwear that he did not enjoy, or simply forgot about. A few pairs were handed down through the generation, but I have a suspicion that these briefs were just complete and utter shit.
Getting back to the spirit of reviewing things, I haven't watched a damn thing worth reviewing in weeks. Hell, I'm sure I could come up with a few things, but whenever it comes down to it, the most urgent prospect in my life just so happens to be these nuthuggers that are destroying my stylish and comfortable gait.
As my friend said, briefs are like getting a hug. All day. The entire time. I mentioned this to a friend and he said," With a mouth?" Why the fuck did he say that?
Anyway, I did a little research and this particular pair of boxer-brief was manufactured by fruit of the loom, of FTL for short. The acronym further backs my belief that these boxers are from the late 90's, because internet lingo surely would've made any dumbass steer clear of the new "for the lose" boxers.
And they are. For the loss of my FUCKING MIND. The support that these things give me is mind numbing. Sitting in class was one of the most unpleasant and uncomfortable experiences of my life, simply because a piece of elastic fabric would rather my genitals be inserted into my anus, instead of being exterior like they were FUCKING DESIGNED TO BE.
So thank you, Fruit of the Loom. How can you sleep at night?
Getting back to the spirit of reviewing things, I haven't watched a damn thing worth reviewing in weeks. Hell, I'm sure I could come up with a few things, but whenever it comes down to it, the most urgent prospect in my life just so happens to be these nuthuggers that are destroying my stylish and comfortable gait.
As my friend said, briefs are like getting a hug. All day. The entire time. I mentioned this to a friend and he said," With a mouth?" Why the fuck did he say that?
Anyway, I did a little research and this particular pair of boxer-brief was manufactured by fruit of the loom, of FTL for short. The acronym further backs my belief that these boxers are from the late 90's, because internet lingo surely would've made any dumbass steer clear of the new "for the lose" boxers.
And they are. For the loss of my FUCKING MIND. The support that these things give me is mind numbing. Sitting in class was one of the most unpleasant and uncomfortable experiences of my life, simply because a piece of elastic fabric would rather my genitals be inserted into my anus, instead of being exterior like they were FUCKING DESIGNED TO BE.
So thank you, Fruit of the Loom. How can you sleep at night?
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