Foundation garments. What a silly thing to call underwear! A foundation is the part of your house made of cement blocks. Or that box under your mattress that no longer has springs. What we have here is underwear. What you wear under your normal clothing. What your mother always told you to change every day, “in case you have an accident”. Huh, what do you think it means to “have an accident”? Of course, Mom meant for the sake of the emergency room personnel, who are known for critiquing the underwear they have to cut away from a trauma victim. Like they have the time to spare.I don’t know how I managed to collect this many links to do with underwear! But the proper thing to do would be to share them. Feel free to tell your friends about this post. You can even send it to them by clicking on the little envelope down there by the comment link.
I started out by emailing my male friends and asking what kind of underwear they wear. Such a simple question. It used to be "boxers or briefs?" but no. Half the guys emailed me back saying "Depends". Har har har. I realize y'all are not getting any younger, but.. the other half said they don't wear any. Its called "going commando" apparently. The experience was a real eye-opener, so to speak.Gallery of Famous Women in Slips.
Tramp Lamps, made from lingerie.
Petticoat Pond. File this under bizarre. (lifted from Saurly Yours)
The Almost Naked Animals website features cartoons of animals in their underwear, which merited it a place in this post.
The Wedgie Song.
Fundies, underwear for the two of you.
The story of The Negligee.
Illuminated rainbow bra.
“Knickers” is a British word for underwear. Ten percent of the English wear them for three days straight before changing.
Its always important to make sure a sports bra performs. (Not work-safe)
Krust critiques bras. Thongs are discussed in the comments. I had no idea that men felt that way about matching bra-and-panty sets, but I will file that away for the future. I am the optimistic sort, after all.
BAR JOKE
A rather confident young man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive young woman. He gives her a quick glance, then casually looks at his watch for a moment.
The woman notices this and asks, "Is your date running late?"
"No," he replies, "I just bought this state-of-the-art watch and I was testing it."
Intrigued, the woman says, "A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?"
"It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me," he explains.
"What's it telling you now?", she asks.
"Well, it says that you're not wearing any panties...".
The woman giggles & replies, "Well it must be broken then, because I am wearing panties!"
The man exclaims, "Damn-- this thing must be an hour fast!".
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble! You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty. |
THE GIFT
A young man wanted to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart's birthday, and as they had not been dating very long, after careful consideration he decided a pair of gloves would strike just the right note: romantic, but not too personal. Accompanied by his sweetheart's younger sister, he went to Nordstrom's and bought a pair of white gloves. The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself. During the wrapping the clerk mixed up the items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart got the panties. Without checking the contents, the young man sealed the package and sent it to his sweetheart along with this note:
My Dearest,
I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons, but she wears the short ones that are easier to remove.
These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart.
I wish I was there to put them on for you the first time, as no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before I have a chance to see you again.
When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. Just think how many times I will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.
All my love, Roger
P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.
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Now for dessert:
| Your Fortune Is |
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THE WIDDER WOMAN (Thanks, April!)
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her.
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
Trembling, he did as she directed.
"Now take off my boots."
He did as she asked, e v e r so s lo w l y.
"Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
"Now take off my bra."
Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
"Now," she said, "take off my panties."
By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
UPDATE from the comments: Girl, you totally forgot Mormon Underwear. If you're a devout mormon, you never take it off. You have sex with it on.
(?!?! Thanks, Saur!)
(?!?! Thanks, Saur!)
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