Invisible Shorts

“There's nothing worse than invisible snorts,
Except, of course, invisible shorts.
You're walking about in your Sears cotton knickers,
Wondering why there are all of these snickers.
Looking on down, it's easy to tell--
You put your Bermudas in html.”

“Remember way back in the 70's, I think, when some company came out with transparent plastic pants for women. The fad lasted for about 2 weeks.”

“would Invisible Pantie Liners fall under this thread?”

“Where would you put that?”

“I think that was in a dumb Ryan Oneal movie about designer jeans with a window in the pocket revealing cheek.”

“I remember that one.”

“No, it was more than just then movie. (So Fine, if I remember properly) I remember the see-through plastic jeans.

They didn't last long...”

“Can you imagine clear vynyl pants when you get all sweaty, and they start to stick, chafe, and get swirly pattern from the moisture underneath? I don't really want to see adult onset diaper rash.”

“nice poem fatherG.....
















i think he's finally snapped, let's do an intervention ya'll....”

“Even as a pubescent teen, excited by the thought of women traipsing down the street in clear pants, couldn't get the idea that they would be hideously uncomfortable out of my mind.

It can't have been too much worse than the tight-tight jeans that girls used to wear then. A little story, from my days in the fast-food business...

I was running the cash register at one of our local McDonald's, when a trio of lovely young ladies came in dressed to the nines, and wearing (of course) the most fashionable, tightest jeans they could manage to shoehorn their derrieres into. They ordered, one at a time, and the last girl to come up had on the tightest jeans. She placed her order, I totaled it up and named the price. She then proceeded to try and get her money out of her back pocket.

Well, lemme tell ya, it was taking some doing. Her jeans were so skin-tight she was having a hard time getting her finger into the pocket to get a folded $5 bill out. I stood there, waiting for her to get her money out and give it to me. It occurred to me to ask if I should get her a crowbar, but I decided that would be the wrong course of action.

Now, this girl wasn't fat...she was quite slender as a matter of fact. Her jeans were just unbelievably tight. She finally mananged to wedge her finger into the pocket and drag the bill out of it. My smirk grew to a smile as I made change for her and filled her order.

Who said working fast food wasn't enlightening?”

“ya want fries wit dat?”

“A gentleman would have offered to help...







:D”

“I should have, I should have, but I was just too darn shy then...lol...”

“A real gentleman would've bought her the meal...and then ask her for her number. :o)”

“That's not a gentleman. I believe you canucks call that a 'masher'... ;-)”

“Its 60 here this morning and I am wearing SHORTS! WOHOO!”

“I thought you were going to be nice. Does that start tomorrow? j/k”

“big deal, I'm still barefoot and wearing shorts here in Maine. We haven't seen 60 degrees for months.”