I'm a man and I'm a pretty big fan of underwear, but not really to the point of these guys. They're all into it. In that way.
The only thing missing now is a high-five in front of a sunset.
As if folks needed another reason to not go to Cincinatti.
I don't know about you guys but if I came home to some guy playing around with my unattended underwears I'd get all up in his face. Without actually touching him though, because gross.
If you dream... does that not, in a way, make it true?
On a road trip once I saw a guy wearing a black trash bag as (what I assume to be) some kind of makeshift diaper. I don't know what that has to do with this.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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