Thirty six (36) at 3:00 a.m. Well, yesterday I put my boxers on backwards again. Its early, its dark. Im more interested in getting to my cane so I can stay off my left foot than worrying about setting proper sail in my boxers. What does a person do? Retire to a phone booth (they dont exist any more) or punt? However, Ive discovered a unique advantage to the Boxer Rebellion. Its an automatic, undeniable escape hatch. Youre stuck in a corner at a party being accosted by someone boring or whos into a terrible diatribe and you say, Excuse me, I have to check if my underwear is on backwards. Fool proof. The bore or harasser is flummoxed. He or she doesnt know whether to feel sorry for you or wonder about his or her own underwear. And you walk away. Scot free. A speed cop stops you and says, Did you know you were over the limit? You say, Im very sorry, Officer, but I had to check if my underwear was on backwards. Maybe, maybe not. But, its worth a try.
Posted on: Fri, 16 May 2014 08:08:07 +0000
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