Oooh, look at that paint dry!

Damnit, I'm bored. I don't feel like doing anything, but I'm bored.

I bought myself some unmentionables today. It's the first time I've ever done so. Normally family gives some to me for Christmas. I guess the days of handouts are over. That's the price one pays being the black sheep of the family, evidently.

So I got these UBER comfortable boxers and they feel totally amazing. Amazing. They feel. On my JUNK. My COCK AND BALLS. My Coca Cola and Limes. They rock completely. Except for one, small, INCREDIBLY LARGE problem.

Button. There's a button on the fly. Call me old fashioned, but, for underwear, there shouldn't BE any buttons. No zippers, no buttons, no velcro, no fasteners of any kind. After all, I'm such a stud I may need to break out the old ICBM at a moment's notice. OMG! WAS THAT THE RED BUTTON!! Whew... just a false alarm. Global thermonuclear war is nothing to be trifled with.

"What are you talking about again?"

Bah. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Wearing the most comfortable boxers known to man.