Honestly speaking.... For many years, if you were to ask me to define "boxer briefs", I'd have told you it referred to the fact sheet that accompanies a professional pugilist prior to a bout. However, in the classiest of terms, this actually refers to the underwear garment, worn by men.
I, for many many years, have preferred straight boxers. Leaving "the boys" to swing freely. To and fro, back and forth, all around willy-nilly. Frankly, I enjoyed the freedom. It was all the enjoyment of walking around the house in my underwear, only out in the world, where no one knew any better.
However, I've come to the conclusion, that this isn't necessarily the right road to be venturing down, and a couple of nights ago, I purchased some boxer briefs from a large consumer conglomerate. I won't say where exactly, but.... Wal-Mart. I've always been one who appreciated "bang for a buck". (I don't know what that means exactly, but I'm a little inebriated at the moment.)
The experience, I have to say, is really different. Breath-taking, if I may. First off, I noticed that I don't have the flexibility I once had. Climbing into my truck, proved a little more challenging than usual. My legs felt like they were connected by a web, like the feet of an aquatic bird. Quack!
Secondly, the support was suprising as well. No more willy-nilly, but more cuppage. Like two peas in a pod, if you'll pardon the expression, or a nice snug pair of gloves.
I realize now, even in my current state, that sharing this little tid-bit about my little tid-bits, is almost as strange as the experience itself. But if I can't entertain you all, then what the f*ck is the point of writing any of this stuff.
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Have a nice day, folks!!!
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