We now salute these fallen soldiers, who endured insufferable working conditions; who were never lauded publicly; who got dragged through the mud on a daily basis; who will never be the hero, yet never failed to steadfastly maintain their post and unflinchingly uphold the other members of their team.
In this ruthless war of attrition you have done your region proud.
11 comments:
GROSS!!!
You're disgusting! No pair of underwear should EVER be allowed to reach such a state. I am utterly repulsed.
(Nonetheless, Jace and I both got a huge laugh out of this post. I'm glad I had my sound turned on.)
May they rest in pieces.
frickin hilarious and disgusting all at once. Well done.
I totally cried, this was so beautiful.
We have a few of those at our house. Prodiges are so valued here, that they live very long lives. Maybe we should start a cemetary or memorial garden of some sort.
Kori, I was kind of hoping to hear that someone else has some just as well loved underpants in their drawer too.
I was thinking a themed Flickr photo group would be cool but I like your memorial garden idea. Oo, or maybe we could hang them outside one of our houses, kind of like those colorful Buddhist prayer flags.
yes kori i agree!! it's hard to get eric to part with his precious prodige--it's all he'll wear. we do have a few unopened boxes stashed away, but i must admit, bri there are a few pairs that will put those to shame!
oooo, let's make it a contest! Em, take some photos of those bad boys and post them on your blog. Let's start something.
(I have also had worse, by the way. But these were the best specimen at the time.)
If you don't want to soil your own blog with pictures of your husband's nasty underwear, send them my way. That's what we're all about here at Ruschcapades.
And yes, that's right, we now spell our last name with a C.
ummmmm...
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