Men, have you ever have one of those moments where you wish you had been born a woman? I had mine the other night. Well, Lurleen and I went out for dinner the other night to the Coral (I love Carvers night) and I was returning from filling my glass of Pepsi when it happened. I had was trying to slide down into the booth, when all 240+ plus lbs. of me sat on the boys.
Holy crap, I may as well have parked an aircraft carrier on them, cause it hurt mighty good. I immediately jumped up and tried to sit down again, but I think they are permanently damaged and possibly permanently stretched them. I don't remember them coming half way down my thigh. And I certainly don't think they were long enough for the cat to think he has a new punching bag to play with.
I now need some sort of support -- you know like a jockstrap to hoist the boys up -- maybe some reinforced manties, or something like that. Christ, I just hope they don't continue to drop, I don't know what I will do if they come down to the back of my knees. Any thoughts or solutions you might have would be much appreciated.
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