und of an era

A few weeks ago I found myself caught in a trap. An underwear trap.

I was at work, had to go to the toilet, did my bidness and then had to tuck my shirt in, zip up and get back in the saddle. As it were. However when I went to tuck in the back I discovered my tighty whiteys had ridden up--waaaay--above my waist. Ouch. Then I recalled having to roll my waistband down so it didn't stick waaaay above my jeans' beltline. Yeah, no dignity in that.

I did the math and my options seemed to be a thong (anal floss, nuh uh) or bikinis. OK now we had a style--just had fo find something not stoopidly fucking expensive. I can't pay $20 for a pair of knickers...not for 5 pair of 'em. I found something at Winners (did I just lose my gay card...yes I shop at Winners!!!!), brought 'em home, liked 'em, and went back and bought a couple more packages.

Waddya thinK?