"Cuz last time, he... he took all the boxers out of my underwear drawer so all I have left is-" he couldn't even bring himself to say it, feeling the tighty whities he was wearing seem to tighten at the very thought of them. Finally, he forced it out in a strangled voice. "Tighty whities."

"That's just ridiculous. Boxers? I've bought you both white briefs for as long as I can remember." He looked over at his little brother. Mason wore them, sure, but he had switched to boxers three years ago! How could Mom not remember? "Jake is coming at 5:30 and that's that."

You are a great little dweeb to have in my stable of boys. Once my little loser, always my little loser.

this is true

yes

yeah a nice hanging wedgie sounds great!