Getting ready to go visiting, I changed into fresh clothes a few minutes ago. It's cold, so I decided on long johns and grabbed the set on top, a high-tech, micro-fibered, odor-destroying, item. Probably thirty or forty bucks worth of redneck lingerie which came my way, unnoticed, in an inventory buyout.
They're camo.
Camoflage underwear?
A guy can only assume someone has identified a niche market of perv hunters who like to flash Bambi before they shoot her mommy.
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Oh, I don't know. I'd be loath to attend to business in the woods wearing tightey-whitey underbritches during whitetail season, for example, given the target recognition skills of some permit holders...
John of the GMA
Either you show a little white or you're a more ingenious man than I am. Anyway, don't waggle it.
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