Ahhhh.
So for the first time in- shit, I don’t even know how long, I have thrown ALL MY UNDERWEAR AWAY.
No, I am not going Commando, I replaced them with NEW drawers the CORRECT SIZE.
Now the boys have some support.Got a couple bags of matching pocket tees at the same time too. I am SUCH a fashion plate.

Sounded like the throwing the old stuff out was kind like a mercy killing.
“I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.” — Henry David Thoreau
Jenny
“Tighty whiteys make the man.”
Your knees are going to get lonely, what with the boys not visiting them anymore.
And cold.
As bad as the image of you going commando is, at least you didn’t announce your new clothing by coming in wearing a towel cape with boxers* on your head, announcing, “It’s UNDERWEAR MAN!”
(*or briefs)
…which, y’know, happened in a story of mine.
Ed,
That would have required two or three fifths of eye bleach.
Don’t encourage him.