My 2-year-old son just joined this distinguished fraternity. Last night he plucked his (4-year-old) sister’s freshly-laundered underpants from the laundry basket and proudly donned them a la Nacho Libre. He was joyful and proud. So was I.
I, of course, have spent many a night chasing my wife around the house wearing nothing but her panties on my head, though sadly it’s been a few years since we’ve engaged in those antics (the kids don’t need to see that). And we don’t have Cinemax. In other words, this idea came to my boy spontaneously, as if by epiphany. He saw the underpants in the laundry basket, and some deep-seated instinct told him they belonged on his head. It’s (really) these moments that make you realize you are part of something great.
Has he started making explosion noises yet? How 'bout car crash sounds? I never could master them, but my brothers seemed to get it without training. My son even does them like a Foley artist, and I was a single mom!
My painter (and friend) picked mine up off the bathroom floor and wore them on his head while painting my ceiling. I thought his hat looked familiar! Oddly enough, my husband was amused.
Very nice, Winston. As of that point, I bet it was like Dave Chappelle talking about the macaroni necklace his kid made for him.
“Wow. you came from my balls.”
Also, underwera, when not in the mundane position, belong on your head. Every morning, my drawers go on my head on the way to taking a shower. (every roommate I’ve ever had, every female I’ve hung around, even my parents can attest to this fact) That’s just how things are.
Of course the bra goes on your head, as well. You never truly date a girl until her underwear has been on your head.
Back in my fraternity days, one of the guys used to let his girlfriend do her laundry in our machines (among the many advantages of being in a fraternity is not having to go to a laundrymat or use a coin-op machine).
Well, a buddy and I donned a couple of her bras as wrestlers helmets and proceed to go at it.
At the next house meeting, the guy with the GF complained that something must be wrong with the dryers because his girlfriends underwear kept getting stretched out.
My husband doesn’t often wear underwear (mine or his) on his head, but he did stick some tennis balls down the back of some particularly droopy drawers once. I suggest all you guys try modelling that for your ladies - that was a special look.
