You are a racist, and your subconscious linguistic racism continues to out you. People of color do not say underpants! So the use of the term underpants exposes (how’s that for a play on words?) your underlying racism. “I am superior, I use underpants in polite conversation”.
Underpants: “Save the apologies for the inner lining of your of your rectum, my good man. I took the liberty of running a Fecal Occult Blood Test on the sample you just provided and unless you have a huge anal fissure, there’s a good bet that the Ulcerative colitis train has pulled into your station.”
Could this be the mysterious missing link in the chain of “1) collect underpants –> 2) ??? –> 3) PROFIT!!!”? Frankly, I don’t know. Trey Parker and Matt Stone won’t return my calls/e-mails/notes tied around rocks thrown through their windows. I’ll inform you all of further developments, provided I can ditch these cops chasing me.
My question to you sir, did the underpants forgive
you??????????……..
I’m no animist. I’m just speculating.
Oh, and in case Ilyka is lurking: I AM NOT SHANNON ELIZABETH EITHER!
You most certainly are Shannon Elizabeth.
Oh yeah.
…BUT I AM NOT A RACIST!
…and bordering on perverted.
You gotta wonder abouta guy who calls skivvies “underpants”.
And talks to them.
You are a racist, and your subconscious linguistic racism continues to out you. People of color do not say underpants! So the use of the term underpants exposes (how’s that for a play on words?) your underlying racism. “I am superior, I use underpants in polite conversation”.
How do you know that the underpants didn’t like it?
Some underpants are very freaky.
You’re imposing your Judeo-Christian moral values on your helpless underpants.
FECALPHOBE!
Ghost of John Merrick: I am not an animist!
Underpants: “Save the apologies for the inner lining of your of your rectum, my good man. I took the liberty of running a Fecal Occult Blood Test on the sample you just provided and unless you have a huge anal fissure, there’s a good bet that the Ulcerative colitis train has pulled into your station.”
BECAUSE OF THE HABANEROS!
No war for skid marks!
Hmmmm.
“Oh yeah.”
Ok Jeff. Does that mean that, when you’re writing about Shannon Elizabeth’s nipples, you’re really writing about your own?
This alternate reality needs a roadmap.
OT,
It’s now officially Friday and local tv just caught the’dillo on tape “hanging ten” off the West Beach in Galveston. So all is well with the world.
You gotta wonder abouta guy who calls skivvies “underpantsâ€Â.
Actually, the writers of Futurama have argued (persuasively, I think) that the word “underpants” is at least 50% funnier than “underwear.”
Boxers or briefs, Mr. President, er, um, I mean Mr. Goldstein?
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff…
Now you know after this post your critics are going to be calling you “Mr. Poopypants” without even a trace of irony.
Which will be exactly the same as before, but, you know, this time they’ll have an excuse.
Not that they ever needed one, but…
Oh, forget it.
You can prevent having spicy-food-related drawer staining if you preemptively pinch a loaf in those skivvies. Then it’s like water on a wet rock.
Could this be the mysterious missing link in the chain of “1) collect underpants –> 2) ??? –> 3) PROFIT!!!”? Frankly, I don’t know. Trey Parker and Matt Stone won’t return my calls/e-mails/notes tied around rocks thrown through their windows. I’ll inform you all of further developments, provided I can ditch these cops chasing me.
MRS. JEFF: <holding up underpants> OMG honey, did you hit a deer?