men want to claim the woman in them too.

aha. so apparently men want to claim their feminity as well.

this, ah, weird thought came about yesterday while poking around the men's underwear section in metro; dont ask me how i ended up there (the fact that i was with the jester and M ought to be the best i-dont-know-how-i-got-there excuse ever, lol). i suppose the huge poster of the buff-boy in briefs with leg holes cut high up all the way to the waistband caught our attention first, since it looked rather odd. curiosity leads to trouble; thats what made them start digging and eyeing the boxes to try and identify that 'weird' pair of underpants.

(i had no idea men wore such a thing called bikini briefs. bikinis're for women, arent they? so what're men doing wearing underwear labeled 'bikinis'?? okay. like i said, i guess men wanna claim that little twinkle bit of feminity in themselves... nothing so very wrong with that, eh? we women claimed trousers for our own use after all anyway.)

still, dr G's bit on operant conditioning has me paying a lot more attention to ads and posters these days and i quite surprised myself by actually remembering what he taught while alternatively choking and trying not to be embarrased by the jester and M's, ah, outrageous comments. so thats why men's underwear boxes always have pictures of designer (over)buff muscles and as of yesterday's examples, an appearing-to-be-overly-endowed physique. i wouldnt know for sure, but the other two were comparing boxes and commenting on, ah, authenticity and speculating on whether the men'd stuffed anything down the front of their underwear.

shocking revelation, indeed.

still, marley and his goofs put the whole fiasco out of my mind till now, but hey, who'd remember underwear snippets after watching marley crash through screen doors and pooping on dog beach? he's really one pooch straight out of Insane Land; what dog eats sofas like he does??? i near bawled my eyes out watching him die; i just cant watch another dog die without remembering how my own did. (the bluidy bugger who poisoned them, i hope ye pay for it in hell.)

dogs're worth their weight in gold, well, most of them, anyway. as much as doongie drives me half up the ceiling sometimes, he more than makes up for it with the loyal affection and joy he's given the family. who wouldnt love him after watching him wrestle with his poor rubber chicken? awwwww.