Lacy underthings

Are nice, on the right person, but when you’re a 6’2″ guy, and the underdrawers have become lacey due to intimate contact with serious jungle rot and heavy abrasion, they tend to just be…inconvenient. I mean, you start leaking stuff out of the holey bits, as said stuff gets older and more dangly, and it’s just not nice, people!

Looking in the mirror and getting the startling impression that your crotchal region is being attacked by a huge hairy leech is not a way anyone ought to wake up.

I used to think that as long as any two of the three Fruit of the Loom guys were hanging on to a scrap of waistband, they were still a valid pair of underwear; now, I want the support for my boys.

What? Like you never had that problem.

I’m fairly certain

that humans, in our evolutionary history, have at one point or another hibernated.

This would explain my reluctance to get out of bed on cool mornings like this.

Don’t use these suppositions to start another kooky religion, or anything. This is not global warmening we’re talking about here.

More global warmtarding

In conversation with Pascal last night, and prompted by Alger’s dissection of the weather predicting this morning, I offer the following experiment to my readers.

Put an ice cube in a glass. Fill the glass carefully to the very rim. Let the ice cube melt. How much water will flow over the rim of the glass?

(to those who already know, Exactly! Now tell me how the melting polar icecaps(which aren’t REALLY melting) are going to raise sea level?)

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