Today we are talking about the choices wearers of support underwear go through – to be garroted by the ones that roll-down mid-afternoon, having to call Newman from Seinfeld (or even Mr White if you are a pulp fiction fan) to attend to your muffin bottoms or the crotchless ones. The crotchless ones turned out to be a lot less sexy than I’d ever imagined.
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