I’m wearing Christmas underpants today. Not because it’s laundry day. Nor is it because they were on top of the panty drawer.
It’s because this particular pair of underpants have a giant Rudolph across the front of them, and every time I wear them I think about Rudolph muff diving. It makes me giggle endlessly.
Not because I’m a sicko who is actually into bestiality mind you, but because I’m a sicko in general.
And let’s face it, when you feel like crap, you need all the giggles you can get.