Ballin'

[tehdawgfather]

I was out of underwear tonight and needed some before I went for a run at the gym. No, not underwear, underwear underwear.

I didn't really know there was more than one version of this kind of underwear but as I roamed the K-Mart on 34th Street, I found that apparently there are a whole host of male undergarment options from which I had to choose. G-string, low-cut, bikini and the one I picked. There's probably more I don't know about.

So when I grabbed a package and brought it home, I didn't realize that Joe Boxer's low-rise briefs aren't actually underwear underwear. But I bought them and brought them home and frankly by the time I got them back uptown, I didn't feel like traipsing back to the change 'em out.

So, I put 'em on and headed off to the gym.

Weird, y'all. Very weird.

It felt like I had the preamble to a wedgie going all night -- not too small, but not big enough to cover it all either. Just this weird in-between place which gave me feeling of having a pseudo-booty.

In other news, the dude next to me at the gym was dropping ass. Dropping. Ass. Plummeting posterior. I couldn't believe there were no shit stains on the treadmill and, honestly, how do you go about avoiding that? I mean, I fart when I run, too (all the air getting pushed down I tell myself) but tonight was atrocious. Thankfully he was only there for 10 minutes so I got a reprieve from the governor but the damage was done.

In short, hershey squirts.

I'm watching season 2 of BSG tonight --- this show is trippy something furious.

* - idea for the image at the top stolen blatantly from The Offside Rules. Just a top notch soccer blog.