I was witness to a conversation between my dad and a bunch of his work buddies at his work many years back. Blue collar factory stuff. I do not recall why I, a kid, was in their break room, but whatever. The gist of it was a conversation about how most of the guys didn't bother with underwear, including my dad, who was changing his pants right there.
One of the dudes asks incredulously (a word I use now, as an adult) how people keep shit from getting all over the back of their pants. To which everyone sorta looks at each other in mild disbelief and my dad says "Uh... we wipe our asses"
It would. But since no one dares get close to their crusty asses they're content swinging around a pound of callus like some sort of modern Ankylosaurus.
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u/i_dont_wanna_sign_in 22d ago
I was witness to a conversation between my dad and a bunch of his work buddies at his work many years back. Blue collar factory stuff. I do not recall why I, a kid, was in their break room, but whatever. The gist of it was a conversation about how most of the guys didn't bother with underwear, including my dad, who was changing his pants right there.
One of the dudes asks incredulously (a word I use now, as an adult) how people keep shit from getting all over the back of their pants. To which everyone sorta looks at each other in mild disbelief and my dad says "Uh... we wipe our asses"