I don't know: maybe it's just me, but there's something a little glamorous about ratty underwear.
Yes, I know all the feng shui experts are telling us to update our undertogs, but there can be an unbridled quality about underwear that is coming apart. It is like Cathy and Heathcliff roaming the moors without their coats on and the wild weather pelting them, and them feeling delirious and ravenous and mixed up about each other.
Or, it's like putting a diamond ring in a lunch bag: a marvelous understatement.
My favorite green pair sport a gash on the left hip, more fang's way than feng shui. And yet, we are loyal to each other, and I think we'll keep company a while longer.
Billiezetti, I had brilliant luck with WebUndies.com, where I was able to buy for a friend his heart's desire: Captain Morgan boxers! Perhaps you might find your carnivalesque dream shorts there? Good luck with the quest. As you know, tis better to have loved and lost...
KateSinging