Impulsive. I guess I am really impulsive. One keystroke and the best import from the Land Down Under since Mel, Nicole and Russell was on its way to the United States. And not to Hollywood, mind you.
Now, I said it before, and I'll say it again: I have a morbid fondness for underwears. There was enough CKs and RLs to last me two months without doing the laundry. So I stopped buying.
Until a week ago. And damn, what an exhilarating experience it has been.
They are the most comfortable ribbed cotton you could cradle your downy under. Much like egg crates, only soft, breathable, and colorful. CK and RL pale in comparison. And your buns get just enough coverage and lift, too. Not that mine needed some lifting. These briefs were engineered so perfectly you'll never have to worry about wedgy again.
I must say I have never been this excited about undergarments. So excited really that I had inadvertently mentioned it to some loudmouth at work.
"Dell is so funny. He orders his underwears from Australia."
"At least I don't buy them from China."
Of course I didn't tell her that. Or she would have poked me with chopsticks.