was at work yesterday wearing painters shorts
bloody unreasonably hot.
anyway with all the constant kneeling down to paint, my cock & nuts constantly fell out down one leg.
This may sound like a bit of a laugh / no big deal,but 8 hours of shoving it all back every ten mins is a windup.
I realised first time it happend Id put on the wrong pants (boxers) last time out, id sworn these useless knickers were to be binned immediatly on getting home, but forgot & now they were at their work again.

So, do you have items of clothing that cause you embaressement, discomfort or even pain, that need binned but constantly escape your wrath to taunt you another day.
(Palace replica tops dont count)

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

I remember the days back in the 80's when a Gent was nothing unless clad in a very tight pair of strides.

As such there was a necessity to go commando. At that time I worked in Boots in the Whitgift. It was a very frequent occurrence to be confronted by a chap who had caught the end of his old chap in his fly often requiring assistance to both free and apply antiseptic etc to the affected area.

It’s literally like a Grinder profile

"It feels much better than it ever did, much more sensitive." John Wayne Bobbit

that scene in '' theres something about Mary''
we got a bleeder !
when i was still living at home I once gor the zip done all the way up.
luckily not little bob caught, but it was the scrotal sack.
a few mm was hanging out the now secured zipper, like a turkey neck.
I went wimpering to my dad (who was an ambulanceman, not that it helped)
only way to free me was a short sharp yank down on the zipper.
claret everywhere.

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

I once went to a 'Kiss' concert in the late 1980's with a workmate. when we got the the merchandise stand , I was a tad surprised to see my mate buy a pair of Kiss ladies panties, as I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I was thinking "He's kept that quiet"

The next day at work as few colleagues were asking him how the gig was. I asked him who the pants were for.
"They ain't half tight, I must have gotten the wrong size". For some reason, he thought they were mens pants.

I disengage, I turn the page.

You're right Tom - This is the part I like (no not Pardew with the outside of his boot):

"8 hours of shoving it all back"
Old Bob's making it sound like he has to prise it back in with a shovel.

Edited by Pikester (18 Jun 2021 1.31pm)

You fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your name.