Boxer Briefs, An Essay On Chaos
Boxer briefs…
Not boxers, not tightey whiteys, they’re kinda like briefs with delusions of grandeur. What’s up with that?
It’s as if they can’t make up their mind, like deciding between being boxers or being briefs is too big a decision, just now. So they chose to just try to be both instead?
Perhaps they’re torn between two worlds, I mean, I can see their dilemma.
See, on the one hand there’s the comfort and easy breathing stylishness that boxers afford.
On the other hand however, there’s the warmth giving and boner restraining, nut cupping cotton banana hammock that briefs give the wearer, to say nothing of the fact that briefs keep one from sitting upon one’s own happy sack.
The advantages, like the differences are many. A difficult decision to be sure.
What if they started out one way, started to change, got halfway there, encountered some sort of difficulty and surrendered? Egads! Could it be? Might they be, you know… French?
Gruesome though it may be, I feel we must consider the possibility that these undergarments may indeed harbor some form of dark allegiance to the motherland of all cheese eating surrender monkeys. (editor’s note: DUN DUN DUN)
On the other side of things, maybe boxer briefs are not a product of their own doing.
Indeed, perhaps boxer briefs are actually the unholy love child of boxers and briefs.
Perhaps a pair of boxers and a pair of briefs were left alone in a fabric factory late at night, got bored and decided to get down with some hot, kinky undergarment on undergarment action.
Action which created the unholy product… Boxer briefs! (editor’s note: the DUN DUN DUN is reader’s choice on this one)
Now, I want the reader to be aware that I did not begin this line of philosophical inquiry with the benefit of any prejudice toward or against any of the types of underwear described herein. Nor do I intend to come to any sort of conclusion as to which type is superior. What you do in the privacy of your own underwear drawer is your own business. Indeed.
However, I will say this… *cough* boxer briefs are gay *cough*
That will be all jeeves… No! Stop typing! Don’t type that! Stop typing everything I say damn you! I told you I’m done, why must you persist? You will cease all typing this instant!