If you’ve been reading this blog for over a year, I sure hope you do. Because it was once the first thing you saw upon arriving on my home page.
Well, a few months ago, I realized I hadn’t worn them in a while. Hell, I hadn’t even seen them in a while. I did a quick shuffle through my underwear drawer and realized they were nowhere to be found. This made me sad, because they were some of my favorites, but I assumed they must have torn or something and I had forgotten I’d thrown them away, so I moved on with my life.
Then, a funny thing happened…
When I was in Orlando a couple weeks ago, I was doing laundry at my hosts’ house. The same place I had stayed the previous year. I dump my fresh load (Of DRY LAUNDRY! Perverts…) on my bed and begin to fold them. I grab a pair of underwear, and realize it’s the exact pair shown above. I stood there for approximately five minutes, staring at the underwear, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I supposed that I must have just left them there the previous year…but then how had they gotten into my load of laundry, and why now, after I had already been staying there for almost two weeks.
I asked one of my hosts if he had found it, held on to it for the year to return it to me, and thrown it in with my load, but he had no recollection of seeing them recently.
With no explanation for the reappearance of my precious briefs, I’m almost afraid to wear them again. Are they undead? Are they a glitch in the matrix? I may never know.
The only thing I do know is…they still make my ass look fantastic.