Today marks the first day I've completely worn away the crotch in a pair of jeans. I get a gold star, right?
For the context: I spend quite a bit of money on jeans. I do this because most of my wardrobe is relatively simple, especially this time of year when it's unbearably hot out. I'm a bit taller than average, fit and lean legs; I prefer a boot cut jean that's a bit closely fitted but super-stick-skinny-fuck-up-your-nerves-skinny. So, if I spend, say, $5-10 for a basic v-neck t-shirt that you can wear with everything, I'll blow $80-150 on a pair of jeans. I want good denim and I want it to last. Once you have three or four pairs, you're good to go.
For the balls: I like freeballing. I do. Sometimes it's just that hot out where getting bunched up on boxer briefs feels like my balls are swimming in soup. Other days I just need to get dressed quickly so I'll throw on jeans, commando-underneath.
For the LULs: I went out to dinner with my parents and my sister. I'm in the car; we're pulling out of the driveway. And I knew that I knew that there were a couple of frays right alongside my thigh, but I just shrugged them off. I stretched just enough to tear a hole straight to the balls.
Thank goodness I was sitting. If someone caught a peek of some ball, oh well.
For the context: I spend quite a bit of money on jeans. I do this because most of my wardrobe is relatively simple, especially this time of year when it's unbearably hot out. I'm a bit taller than average, fit and lean legs; I prefer a boot cut jean that's a bit closely fitted but super-stick-skinny-fuck-up-your-nerves-skinny. So, if I spend, say, $5-10 for a basic v-neck t-shirt that you can wear with everything, I'll blow $80-150 on a pair of jeans. I want good denim and I want it to last. Once you have three or four pairs, you're good to go.
For the balls: I like freeballing. I do. Sometimes it's just that hot out where getting bunched up on boxer briefs feels like my balls are swimming in soup. Other days I just need to get dressed quickly so I'll throw on jeans, commando-underneath.
For the LULs: I went out to dinner with my parents and my sister. I'm in the car; we're pulling out of the driveway. And I knew that I knew that there were a couple of frays right alongside my thigh, but I just shrugged them off. I stretched just enough to tear a hole straight to the balls.
Thank goodness I was sitting. If someone caught a peek of some ball, oh well.
