Well not the actual testicle of course, the scrotum half.
This was brought on by a series of coincidental events.
I had to do laundry so I put on my old torn laundry-doing shorts Commando, and snuck around the building with my clothes. While doing my clothes it occured to me I was out of smokes, so I drove to the store to buy some quick between cycles, forgetting the shorts situation. As I sat back in the car I felt a strange pinching sensation in the area. I looked down to see that my old-laundry-shorts are a lot more torn in the crotch area than I had thought, and Butch Cassidy had made an escape attempt.
I’m sure the friendly smoke selling blonde(not to mention the rest of the store) really didn’t need to see that this morning. :smack:
Why in the name of christ would you keep and purposely wear a pair of shorts with a hole in the crotch? And knowing that hole existed, not at least put something on underneath?
I have a day job at a facility that houses a lot of animals. For some inexplicable reason, my boss allows the facility to run out of food every other month. I think he imagines he saves on shipping costs if he places a large enough order and somehow also feels that we need to be functionally completely out of food in order to place said large order. No one in the facility can make him understand that he could order the same damn volume of food a week earlier and we wouldn’t continually run into this problem. We also can’t make him understand that doing this, then frantically ordering a fifty pound bag of food to be overnighted via UPS really doesn’t save on shipping costs at all.
You could do the same damn laundry a day earlier with one extra pair of sweats left on the shelf, and then your testicle wouldn’t be hanging out.
My boyfriend keeps underwear that has such a tear in the back that you see his whole butt cheek peeking out, with a little bit of old Doberman action. He wanders around without his pants all the time, and the dining room has no curtains. I assume he has no secrets from the neighbors.
