The Meaning Of Fathers Day: Socks And Underwear

Much like a woman in the singles game wouldn't be caught in a non-sexy pair of underwear, a dude in the same position can't stand around with his jeans at his knees poking his dick through a pair of piss stained ripped gotch and expect a top shelf blowjob.

It was quite an event to go shopping for underwear. And the young hotties in the men's wear sexy time underwear stores saw me coming. Three pair of underwear and a $100 later, I was ready to play. Post marriage and mom I have yet to go to the store to buy everyday socks and underwear. Between the dog that ate the crotch out of every pair of underwear I owned and time wearing holes in every pair of socks, I'm down to full time commando.

Of course I miss my mom for plenty more reasons than timely but completely unexpected underwear deliveries. And while I never rue my ex tossing me out of my house, between these two fine women, they kept me in socks and underwear my whole life.

I can only hope my kids read my blog, because it's fathers day weekend; I already have a bigass flatscreen TV and don't need any fine old scotch...a timely 6-pack of everyday tightie whities and coupla pairs of socks would prolly bring me to tears.