Commando

Spent all of yesterday wearing no underwear. Wish I hadn’t. The thing is, men have a cock and there is always a fear that it might get stuck inside the zipper. Especially after you’ve urinated. Wiping it down and shoving it back in might seem a simple task, though isn’t quite.

Of course, women have it so much easier. Nothing to get in the way. All’s free. All’s aired.

So, I decided to give it a go. The look au naturale.

2 reasons never to do it again:

1- Erections are difficult if not impossible to manage. Nothing quite as severe as having the bell end rubbing against the rough interior of a pair of Levi’s.

2- Sometimes, the foreskin can get stuck in an odd position requiring the man to pull it into shape. When one is out shopping, this is difficult to manage without the women behind the counter looking at you strangely, as though you were fiddling with your dirty bits in public. And public toilets, atleast the ones worth visiting, are always so difficult to find. Having said that, I was rather impressed with the refurbished lavatories at my local shopping mall whilst I was back home.

The solution. Fitted briefs and y fronts all the way. The erection is thus fully managed and contained within the folds of soft yet durable material. It is my firm (yes firm) belief that briefs can do what boxers cannot.

On an entirely separate note, the Nectar Card finally arrived. Used it for the first time yesterday. Collecting points can be rather fun. In fact, if you have the time and inclination, you might be creative and tot up the points in a matter of an hour, which might have otherwise taken you a month. And the lady who first rejected me for being a non-nectar-grabber wasn’t there this time to witness my baptism. Damn her.

The internet has packed in at home. Thus, I’m elsewhere as I type this for you.

Big Brother – Celebrity Special. If the rumour mill is true, Shilpa Shetty (bollywood bombshell) will take the crown this year. She’s beautiful and Indian (the brown connection has to come into use some time I suppose).