Neanderpundit

there’s that moment, when you wake up, and you realize you finished off the last pack late last night, and you panic, digging through ashtrays and the garbage looking for long butts.

That’s about how I feel about chocolate chip cookies right about now.

If you aren’t reading Big Dick’s place because of the occasional picture of a fat, grotesque naked woman with a pustule covered ass, you’re missing out on a lot of damned good stuff Read. heed. Lock. Load.

Atkins takes weight off you pretty quickly. I’ve lost a few pounds, and I can tell, though I do not have a scale, because I’ve moved a notch up my belt.

This has a couple of effects:

1: the slightly looser pants are constantly riding, and
2: the riding action of the pants pulls down my underwear.

Now, this is not nearly as painful as a wedgie, but it is damned sure uncomfortable. I am constantly hitching up my pants and each time they drop down again my underdrawers slide down a bit further, until they’re bunched up at my crotch. I can’t just drop trou, either. because all my stuff is hanging out. SO I have to find a bathroom, get into a stall, and practically disrobe so I can pull everything back up again and make it where it’s supposed to be.

Washing the jeans will snug ’em up, but still…

Maybe I should invent underdrawer suspenders.