I'd packed exactly 14 pairs of underpants. In a puzzling development, they all came back unworn. They still smelled of Downy. But my son sure didn't.
All tagged Son
I'd packed exactly 14 pairs of underpants. In a puzzling development, they all came back unworn. They still smelled of Downy. But my son sure didn't.
Turns out, my son is part of a nationwide frigid fraternity. Male Nojacketus.