If I ever complain about my princely husband, will somebody please utter the phrase "Hillbilly Underwear" to bring me back to reality?In addition to various half-cat jobs, Dilf today faced an unimaginable horror: our house's previous owner's underwear behind the dryer.
Now, that discovery and subsequent removal would be unpleasant under normal circumstances. Given the alcoholic, Marlboro chain-smoking, garbage-collecting, white trash person from whom we purchased this house, and whom had been wearing the tighty whities in question, this is nothing short of heroism.
Dilf, I salute you! Did you wash your hands? Good.
