Right, yes, I know. It’s been forever since I updated this thing. Yeah, it’s true, I’ve got thousands of pictures from my trip that I never posted. Yup, I’ve been lazy and people are starting to wonder if I’m even still alive. I am. I’m even toying with a(nother) redesign, although when it will see the light of day is another story altogether. But I am sorry, dear readers (if there are any of you left), for the long silence. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. One way or another.
So I remembered yesterday that I heard somewhere, a while ago, something about Underoos for adults. Remember Underoos? You could be a superhero under your clothes. I remember being annoyed as a child that they didn’t make Batman underoos for girls. Because those chick superheros were all pretty lame, right? I mean, I know they were all hotties, what with their skimpy clothing and incredible muscle tone and all, and I will confess to a fleeting but intense desire to own Wonder Woman’s gold bustier, but they weren’t, like, cool. Superhero crossdressing. Maybe I do need psychological help.
Anyway, about a year ago I read a story about Fruit of the Loom bringing back the famed undergarments of power, but in sizes that would fit those of us who grew up wearing the things. Now Underoos are, indeed, back – but only for kids. What, I wonder, became of the ones for us overgrown four year olds? I for one would have bought ’em the second they hit the shelves, and I can’t be the only one! I vote we get together and petition Fruit of the Loom. Maybe we can get Cameron Diaz to be our spokesperson. What do you say, people? Are you with me?
And who’s got some drugs? My head is about to split open.