Normally, I would not mind my incredible lack of underwear. Recently, spending eight hours each night at work at a computer in bunched up jeans, with PA screaming as it get tucked under fold after fold, I had started to notice no clean drawers in the laundry basket.
So following my follow-up with the foot doctor. (gods! I love him touching my feet…) I decided to hit that uber-fabulous thing on the way back home called the Penney’s Catalog Outlet. Love that place. It has big and tall clothes that don’t make me look like my father.
I got more of a particular brand of tighty whitey that have held up and fit NICELY. Andrew Scott is the name. No fuckin’ clue who he is, but he knows ass…Normally, I am a boxer brief kinda guy, but these just do something for my butt. Two 3-packs, and of course, the guy had wife-beaters also. 3-pack of those, too.
Picked up some other items, deals just too good to pass, including this great camo tank. Don’t know the name of the style, but its one that the straps are nothing but the trim cutting up from the armpits. I would almost call it an ‘H’ top. Nice and low cut, giving me some nice man-cleavage.
All-in-all a great haul.
Now, off to bed. Well, okay after I beat-off onto one of the new white wife-beaters. Grrrr…
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