Originally posted by Shaka
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Following an epic breakdown in household labor relations and the ensuing laundry strike I was recently forced through attrition to wear my only such 'drawers' on a recent Sunday.
When I first put them on they felt great, if only a bit warm. It was a cool day so I wasn't concerned at first.
Then as I started to walk around they began "the creep". At first it was a slight shifting down the thighs. Then the downward slide became an unstoppable plunge to their 'happy spot', where they stayed. Each time I hitched them up to again 'gird my loins', they would swiftly work their way back down. They also do not breathe as well as advertised. Despite an outside high temperature of 54 degrees, I was sweating in my pants like a cold Mojito on a hot New Orleans evening.
This 'happy spot' placed the crotch support approximately 3 inches below where it should have been. To make matters worse not only did this mean I was essentially running 'wild and free', but the inner portion of my upper thighs also rubbed together, entwining the short curly hairs on each thigh into a sweaty, depilating mat which soon rendered said upper thighs smooth and utterly devoid of hair.
To make matters worse, I had to teach the EQ lesson while suffering, unsupported, in my own private sweatbox.
For a certain generation, the waistline is supposed to reach the rib cage, I guess.
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