Somthing odd is going on in my pants. My underwear has a little button that closes the flap in the front thus ensuring the contents don't accidentally exit the premises. Such an exit could prove, to say the lease, deleterious to my well being. The thing is, I never button it up. It is true, I walk on the wild side. I smirk in the general direction of danger. Reason being, I'm just a little to lazy to do it. Who has time? Since I am a Caesarian urinator (one who opens up the fly, while keeping the trousers buttoned, and then uses the flap as a path, to... you know), having to unbutton and then rebutton my underpants gets straining. I also don't bother buttoning up when I fold them after the laundry.
So, I was rather surprised when I went to the bathroom this morning and found that the flap was buttoned. The only explanation can be little underpants gnomes who go snooping around my drawers at night, buttoning the flaps. Only explanation!
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