Who knows there are no flies in men's underwear? I mean underwear.

Who knows there are no flies in men’s underwear? I mean underwear.

I’m shocked! There are shorts, no flies.

I often buy my husband’s clothes, including suit underwear. There are many dazzling choices. There are patterns, colors, underwear, underwear, Bikinis nightclubs and more. I know my husband doesn’t have to wear a Bikinis nightclub or a docking line, so the most reasonable choice is cotton or silk, summer sweat control. Boy, am I wrong?!

Let me start by saying that my husband didn’t complain about the things I brought home. Those bought into the dresser and in some cases, pure white cotton t-shirts and other types, I wouldn’t use nicknames to indicate domestic violence calling matching t-shirts. Until recently, I found that most of the products I bought were defective.

My husband doesn’t like buying clothes, which explains why I do it all the time. A few weeks ago, we had to go to the meeting. He was hungry because we didn’t have breakfast, and we didn’t have enough time to go home before the next round. Logical choice? To have lunch。 We did, but the meeting was back an hour later, and we still had two hours to kill. So, when a husband’s underwear drawer looks like a rag, what does a self respecting wife do? Go shopping… Of course.

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Let’s go to Messi Department store. He wanted to look at the shirt, so the first stop, but I refused to leave Messi department store until he got underwear. He reluctantly. I’m a little confused about why he’s so hesitant. I was thinking he wouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m his wife… Geeze.

When he looked through the package, I wondered why it took him so long to choose something. It’s underwear. You’re married. You’re 70 years old. What is it that you may not find? I have to ask. “Dear, what can I do for you?”” “I’m thinking he doesn’t wear glasses, so maybe I need to look at the labels.”. He turned to me with a smile. “No,” he replied, “I’m fine.” but the search continues. He apparently avoided the bikini rack. He went through such a quick time, and I started laughing. Printing can’t be out of favor with him. Probably not, if they’re splashed with pink flamingos. He’s a bird lover, but flamingos are too much in his suit underwear .

I ventured to ask if I should take part in the search. I just want to know what I should find. I was playing with a pair of underwear… What? After the third survey, I got the answer.

“Dear,” he said with a smile. “I just need to find a fly under my pants.”.” I was stunned. I said, “you mean the ones I bought without flies?” “Sometimes,” he said. “Why?” “I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. When I answered, we all laughed. “Combine with women who have to sit down?”

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