Shakespeare and Underpants

When sorrows come they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Within a day of losing my beloved "Ants in My Pants" boxer shorts, I've lost both "Hot & Buttery", and "Squeaky Clean". "Hot & Buttery" was a victim of elastic so brittle that just holding it made it creak and crack in my hands, and "Squeaky Clean" finally got a hole too large for even my bachelor standards to permit.

I suppose I need to go underwear shopping soon. I'm really impressed that my shorts have such a consistent MTBF. I haven't seen clothing give up the ghost so reliably since the Great White Sock Heel Disintegration of 2008.