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| I don't drink... |
To have “Casual Friday” coincide with St. Patrick’s Day gave
Sean real joy. He had some nice new
khaki shorts, new shamrock socks, a new authentic tee shirt, and
some old green shamrock underwear he'd had for years.
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| tees made as you want |
Sean was decked out and ready to go, ready to work, ready to
present a power point to some higher-ups…just plain ready.
He didn’t notice any problem until break when the underwear started creeping down. Sean hiked them
up and cursed that he had not thought to wear a belt.
Ten minutes later the damn underwear was creeping even lower,
almost to the hem of the khakis.
Sticking his hands into the pockets and grabbing them seemed the most
effective thing he could do.
But walking around with hands-in-pockets had some draw
backs. Now having to grip the underwear seemed obscene. Thankfully, power point
time came and the lights went out.
Even so, while he nervously spoke, the underwear gave in to
gravity, sagging until each leg sported a curtain effect of shamrock undies. Only the crotch had any hold on them.
End of power point, still dark, had Sean racing to the men’s
room where he stripped off the blasted things.
Time to go commando.
