I stayed at my mom's last night because she was hosting a barbecue, and what college-age kid's going to say no to a bunch of ribs?! I had a hell of a lot of fun eating, playing volleyball, and hanging with the folks. I had to get up early so I could make it back into town in time for work. I decided to shower before bed instead of in the morning, and when I checked my old bedroom drawer, all I had were a pair of skimpier briefs and jeans to change into. (Well, perish the thought I should opt to freeball, but Mom handed them to me and told me to wash up while she washed my uniform and my sweaty play clothes.) So, taking a breath, I put the bad boys on and DAMN! was that an experience from hell. I pretty much stick to boxers, so anything tighter than my rubber duckie drawers was a bit much. I'll spare the details of having to shift the bait and tackle around so that it would fit in there (as comfortably as possible, NOT comfortably, mind you). It felt uncomfortable to walk much less shift around; the boys were pretty constricted and packed in tightly. Sure, that made one hell of a nice bulge, but fuck it... the pain wasn't worth the aestheticism.