I walked home a couple of miles from the train today with the express purpose of acquiring some boxers. Kind of mad because apparently the sticker that says $4.99 plus tax means $5.00 in change, which means I could have gotten a three pack, but oh well.
I felt manly even carrying them home in a plastic bag. Did anyone know what I had in the bag? Nope. Did I feel awesome anyway? Hell yes. I walked in the door, greeted the hyperactive puppy waiting for me, and went off for a private space to put them on.
These fit perfectly. No ifs, ands, or butt(s) about it
But I looked down and something was missing, so I made a ninja move into my room and got socks to use as a packer. Now, I've mentioned in another thread that I've got a lingering phantom limb sensation, but this doesn't feel like cotton. I finally feel like there's a flesh and blood penis down there. This is amazing.
I think I need more of these boxers now.
