I heard someone use the words 'jockey shorts' this weekend. Uh. Wtf. Seriously? 'Jockey shorts'?
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| Not that James Dean couldn't bring sexy back in them. |
In order to protect the innocent I shall refrain from using actual names or full context, although suffice it to say that it was used during an event in which one (adorable elderly) person happened to be addressing a crowd (of similarly aged adorable folk) on a largely unrelated topic. Reference to a type of undergarment was implemented in order to serve an illustrative purpose with regard to exorbitant prices of laundering on a particular island in Northern Europe.
No I did not make that up. One could not possibly make this shit up.
I imagine the male-specific version of such undergarments, directed at such an audience which would also widely accept the term itself as legitimate, would prove a more prudent choice than throwing an audacious 'panties' out there since a lady's undergarment is just not a matter for public discussion, while a man's gich is surely just the right amount of tasteful prudent edginess to mix it up a little.
Lesson of the day?
Just as you realize you've just walked into a Friday night social hour with about the same level of excitement as folding socks, while acknowledging you'll now need twice as much to drink as you had originally anticipated, some cute old lady throws you a bone without even realizing it.
Jockey Shorts.
Which, I might add, for reasons completely unbeknownst to me, the term has not yet been defined by the Urban Dictionary.
WHAT.
That's HAPPENING. I will RACE you.
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