A long time ago
In a galaxy far far away
I worked in the steel mills with a guy who wore thongs.
At the time, anyone who wore BOXERS was considered a freak, we were tighty-whitie guys to a man.
Sure, some of the hipper brothers wore colors, there might have even been one or two old timers who got away with boxers, but this dude wore THONGS. And did so every day. Whether this was a symptom of him not being right in the head, or the cause, we had no idea, but we called him Dipthong and it stuck. He was in his 50’s then, and had a 50 year old man’s ass, which is to say, almost none at all. The thongs in question didn’t even really fit well, and they tended to sag and hang off him like a baloney rind hanging off the end of a slim jim. They were mens- they had the big ball basket that made them men’s thongs, they were just made for a man who filled out his skin more than Dipthong did. I was glad I wore glasses at the time, and walked to and from the shower more or less half blind, and didnt get/have to see more than the badly out of focus glimpses of my fellow bathers than I did.
Makes you wonder, it does.
Dipthong. Priceless.
I once flew with this copilot who all day sort of squirmed uncomfortable in his seat. I’d flown with him some time and knew both he and his wife, both active folks about the same height. I finally had to ask. “Uh. . you OK?”
He pulled out from the top of his pants the light blue fabric of what looked like panties?
He said. . “we got called out at 3 am. . I saw these in the laundry basket and threw them on. .
They said HAYNES??!!”
I started laughing. “so how much are you going to pay me not to tell the crew chief you are wearing your wife’s underwear”
Those suckers HAD to bind.
I think it’s time to replace your site in my bookmarks with a site that specializes in something like Japanese Goth Furry Tentacle Porn.
It would probably disturb me less.