The Underwear
John stood naked in the kitchen, smelling his underwear, “Good God, these stink. I haven’t changed my drawers since Christmas.” Then he smelled them again, and his head whipped back as if the underwear and smelling salts were the same thing. He turns to the guys and asks, “You wanna smell?”
”Let’s not do this, let’s not play the smelling game.” Jay says.
”Yo John, those are the ugliest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, “Freeze says, standing in the hallway in his black jockey underwear.
”No, they’re underwear, and they’re comfortable. They’re designer – Perry Ellis.” John says, then smelling his underwear again, and again whipping his head back at the stench.
”Yeah, are they?” Al says.
”Like you have any room to talk, Freeze. You, Mister I buy black underwear because it takes longer for the stains to show.” I say.
“Hey yo, why do you think I picked up those black towels today?” Freeze says, giggling.
”Let’s not do this, let’s not play the smelling game.” Jay says.
”Yo John, those are the ugliest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, “Freeze says, standing in the hallway in his black jockey underwear.
”No, they’re underwear, and they’re comfortable. They’re designer – Perry Ellis.” John says, then smelling his underwear again, and again whipping his head back at the stench.
”Yeah, are they?” Al says.
”Like you have any room to talk, Freeze. You, Mister I buy black underwear because it takes longer for the stains to show.” I say.
“Hey yo, why do you think I picked up those black towels today?” Freeze says, giggling.
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