My comments have been in a slump lately so I'm trotting out the Big Tease, the one topic that's guaranteed to titillate my readers into tossing me a few token remarks.
That's right, ladies.
Mr. Snark and Mrs. Snark enjoy an unusual relationship, at least so far as relations between men and woman go. For the most part, we're honest with one another. And blunt, like the head of a penis.
When Mr. Snark wants to get laid, he owns a number of fancy boxer shorts, all of which Mrs. Snark has purchased for him. Like a peacock tail, these boxers are his way of advertising that he is interested in playing hide the salami.
These are my personal favorite:
|The "I'm Feeling Lucky" Boxers|
I just love how the Joker card is over the crotch.
When the man is wearing these, I know that I can expect to enjoy at least a solid thirty minutes of shoulder rub and back massage. (The husband is amazingly transparent in his seduction techniques.)
Also, point in his favor, Mr. Snark is well-versed in the French arts. Sadly, he rushes to it. Invariably, Mrs. Snark winds up catching his chin as he breaks the kiss and rushes downward.
"Hold up, buddy. There are a lot of points between A and B. It's called foreplay. For Gawd's sake, I'm not a man!"
The boxers are available on Amazon.