Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

There is a feminine equivalent, believe it or not - my kid is just now figuring it out - the adjustments and when to and how sometimes we just don’t even when we REALLY want to.
To hell with it. You need to adjust, just go for it. Someone else wants to judge like they ain’t ever had to can screw themselves. And not in the fun pervy way this crew does.
 
To hell with it. You need to adjust, just go for it. Someone else wants to judge like they ain’t ever had to can screw themselves. And not in the fun pervy way this crew does.

I agree… and have taught them so. It’s just a bit silly to me - the “adjustment” argument.
 
I agree… and have taught them so. It’s just a bit silly to me - the “adjustment” argument.
I’m simple. If you’re uncomfortable and an adjustment will fix it, do it. Granted, I also like to be wearing the least amount of clothing possible to be comfy too.
 
Even when you’re naked though, sometimes you still gotta fix the angle of the dangle to be comfy.
 
Especially in warm weather.
Exactly. And I stole the angle line from an old guy at the golf course. He was in the group ahead of us and we were chatting. He said golf is like sex, it’s all about the motion of the ocean. But sometimes if you wanna hit it right, you gotta fix the angle of the dangle. Then he did the ole cup and lift on his goods, walked up and smacked his ball right down the middle of the fairway. He was my hero that day.
 
Exactly. And I stole the angle line from an old guy at the golf course. He was in the group ahead of us and we were chatting. He said golf is like sex, it’s all about the motion of the ocean. But sometimes if you wanna hit it right, you gotta fix the angle of the dangle. Then he did the ole cup and lift on his goods, walked up and smacked his ball right down the middle of the fairway. He was my hero that day.
Not a golf guy but that's a great story.
 
There is a feminine equivalent, believe it or not - my kid is just now figuring it out - the adjustments and when to and how sometimes we just don’t even when we REALLY want to.
True story - I was in court absolutely getting my ass kicked by all sides - my adversary and the judge and a glaring jury. I went around my desk and flopped down in my chair - just as Nut #1 decided to slightly deport itself from its twin. The pain as I flopped down was so sharp that I groaned. The judge immediately threw his hands up and said:”Enough of your bellyaching counsel! Another one and I’m finding you in contempt. ” I sat down slowly hoping for the pain to dissipate.

The next day I spilled an entire cup of coffee over my direct outline.

But I won my case - despite my ability to stand and breathe at the same time. But I stop wearing boxers to court.
 
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