If I were a rich man, I would replace my underwear at least once a year. As it is, I use them until they develop holes in places where there aren’t supposed to be any holes.
Underwear serves a vital function in all societies. People walk around farting all the time. If they didn’t have on any underwear, they would end up with little brown strips in the seat of all their clothes.
I have a nephew that needs to burn his underwear. They look like he has been wearing them since the Depression. He has farted in those things so much they are damn near black and will not get white again, no matter how much bleach is poured on them. I folded his wash for him one day and could not believe what I saw. Now, the boy makes good money at his job, so it’s not like he can’t afford a new pack of tightie-whities, he just won’t replace them.
I was at his house one night and he let rip with this enormous fart that shook the floor. A couple minutes later he did it again, then again. I then understood why his underwear was in such bad shape.
But even for us normal farters, the dreaded brown strip will appear at one time or another; nobody is perfect. You just have to know when you have to fart and when you have to take a shit. Thankfully, I have never been in a position that I have not been able to find a restroom when needed. But, I have talked with a few people who did invariably shit their pants. Try as I might not to, I always ended up laughing uproariously and pissing the person off.
People who shit their pants never think it’s funny. I think it’s funny as hell. I figure that someday, if I live long enough, I will get old and shit my pants too; and I think I will still laugh about it. But for the present time, I need only concern myself with keeping my underwear spot free and smelling good. Speaking of smelling good: One could always chew pine needles. That way when you fart, it would smell like you shit a Christmas tree!