I had to make a trip out to my favorite haunt, the old WalMart yesterday. Oh, joy!
The Evil Twin called me and asked if I was going and I told him that was my plan. He wanted me to pick up another pack of undies for him.
Now, some of you know the Evil Twin. He is not a small guy. In fact, I often call him “My Big Beefy Burrito.” I’m a tall girl, so I’ve always picked the taller, bigger guys. If they outweigh me by 100 or more pounds, I’m cool with that.
The Evil Twin was only about 180 pounds when we met. He’s currently somewhere north of 200. And I mean, real north.
But, ya know what? He quit smoking almost 4 years ago and he packed on a few pounds then and any other weight he’s collected along the way, I just attribute to the fact that I’m a good cook. (Hey, don’t laugh - I’ve acquired some mad cooking skillz over the years).
So, anyway, he told me what size undies to fetch and when I got to the store, all I could find were briefs in a size he specified (let’s say 10 to 12) and the lower number was what he was looking for OR I could go for the next lowest size, the 6 to 8s. I didn’t want to get ones that would be too small for his big business, so I got the range that stated the number he had requested, plus the larger number.
When he got home, I opened the pack to put them in the laundry to be washed.
These underpants look like the big, bulky cloth diapers babies used to wear back before disposables were all the rage OR they look like something from the fricking circus. Like joke underpants.
They are ridiculous big. We were laughing - the Evil Twin said you could pin them to a wall and show a movie on them, like a back drop.
They are 100% cotton, so we’re hoping for some moderate, if not considerable, shrinkage. Otherwise, he’s gonna be wearing really baggy briefs for a while.
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