Published by Swiss James on 29 Apr 2007
pants in a box
Within walking distance from my office, there’s a small supermarket [in fact, scratch the "super", they don't even have orange juice] there’s a market where we sometimes go to buy snacks, ice-cream and emergency underwear.
On one of these shopping expeditions I spotted a box of man panties with a disturbing box.
It seems a little unfair to me that this guy- with his ample bosom, striped shirt / mickey-mouse tie, and extra-long pinky fingernail- can legitimately call himself an underwear model. Something I imagine he probably does at every given oppourtunity:
“Hello snookums, how d’you like to come to Daddy’s place for fun time?”
“Not even if you were dipped in honey and covered in money. Stop stroking my wrist with your fingernail.”
“Aw come on sugar plum! You know in China, I’m an underwear model- I can get free samples…”
*eyebrow jiggle*
“You’ve got a piece of catfood stuck to your chin. And if you don’t walk away right now, it’s mace-o-clock. ”
Sweet dreams.