The Brotherhood of the Traveling Boxers
My friend Jeff and I were heading out for burgers when he pulled the top of his boxers out of his pants and said, "You know how long I've had these?"
Usually when I hear a rhetorical question, I answer with something outlandish. Like "Gary Oldman." Or "three". Or "blue roses." But this time, Jeff caught me off guard. I said, "Nope, how long."
"Thirteen years." He smiled like he'd just learned the next lottery numbers* from a psychic. *(Net proceeds go to education)
"Thirteen years?" I replied. I patted him on the back. "Your girlfriend would be proud."
Jeff, still smiling, said, "I had them before her."
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