The other day I got my first pair of fancy, expensive, scrotum cradling underpants. I wore them to work yesterday, and it was glorious. Im back in regular underpants today, and it feels as if my ballsack, and by extension, every part of me, has been violently torn out of paradise. We had a brief taste of the glorious, nut-cradling perfection, and now we have returned to sweaty, clammy, sticky Hell. Looks like I may become one of those guys who spends more on underwear than the rest of his wardrobe combined. I must return to this bag-cupping Eden, posthaste.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 18:18:48 +0000
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