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Boxer Shorts

The Man is holding the annual retrospective of his Top 40 posts at the Chucklehut. I do recall one from way back about the contents of his underwear drawer; so, I'm stealing that idea, in part, and posting about underwear.

And I find it hard to believe that someone like Stacey with her proper manners, sensibilities, and all would post a picture of me on the world wide web in my underwear ... my Joe Boxer brand boxer shorts with the dogs on them, but she did. If you want to consider this some measure of revenge, then so be it.

I have some other pairs of boxer shorts, which may or may not give some insight into my personality. I like the Joe Boxer brand because there's a reminder on the tag to "Change daily," and everyone knows that when one becomes ancient history, like me, the mind goes south, so to speak, and every little reminder helps.

My Joe Boxer red boxer shorts with the small, blue paisley pattern is a favorite. Unlike the pair with the dogs running around, this pair has "Joe Boxer" emblazoned on the waistband all the way around. Silly. Being so attached to a pair of boxer shorts, but they match a "power tie" that I sometimes wear to court. If I'm ever in an accident, the ER nurse will point out that the underwear matches the tie ... or not.

Another favorite pair is royal blue with bowling pins scattered about. Not Joe Boxer ... Hathaway Sports. And there's a new pair of Hathaway boxers I found to my liking -- black with bottles of hot sauce. Okay, maybe not silly -- being so enamored of pairs of boxer shorts -- fucking nuts is more like it.

I just can't get a pair of just any underwear on any given day. They have to feel right -- well, not really "feel" right. I have to have the right attitude to wear a particular pair of boxer shorts. When I need to brighten my day, I don't wear dusty blue Hathaway Sport boxers or the heather gray pair with black waistband from Joe Boxer, but something more ... er, uplifting. And if I really need to hammer someone in court, it's the paisley pair, without hesitation.

And I will let you in on a secret. Being the one who washes the clothes grants me unlimited access to underwear. I don't know who first had them, but I now possess a black capilene pair from Patagonia, which I rely on when the paisley pair is in the hamper.

Of course, the tiger striped pair from The Gap is a good performer, as well. And there are a couple other Joe Boxer pairs that are both black with "JOE BOXER" repeated around the waistband and a couple other Hathaway Sport pairs that are blue with some kind of design -- little diamonds or something like that, but the latter are kind of bottom-of-the-drawer items that hardly see the light of day.

Now, there was some discussion at Starbucks about the cost of a venti mocha at the Las Vegas airport. One of the "partners" didn't believe me. So, I show the world my proof:

So there. Fucking addiction.

Posted by Bill at August 3, 2004 05:48 PM