#briefsman

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endless hours of brotherfun

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fitted. cut-off. whities

ideal indoor bro uniform

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Looks like you like the idea of being dropped off on the side of the road in your tighty whities!

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the simple pleasures you let yourself savor

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come now join your brother in tighty whitey hell

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two bros. two briefs. basting under slacks and mesh. sharing gym time, swapping hardbodies, the outline of drooling fucksticks draped with white cotton bunched and baggy from a day of wear

pseudo-ancestor worship of 20th century mass consumer culture. what their fathers wore, what their brothers wore, glimpses in high school locker rooms, boys just like them smiling back from magazine spreads. a glorious tradition born of print ads from an age where men were men, work was work, and driving back against the herd unthinkable in the abattoir of conformity is king. pockets of a culture which survives down desolate roads of symmetrical concrete well into barren landscapes of the present day. the supreme banality of pockets stretched limp as the flies of their white bro briefs after a round of squats and deadlifts, of which only a meaty ass could fill the sagging cotton

athletic. vintage. standard issue

the rush of humiliation felt when glimpsed in locker rooms by men who do not understand, do not revel in this core of their identity, for they are not true, not part of the brotherhood. the need always felt, and seldom expressed by these stoic, middle-class faces to be bundled together in a bargain pack with all the other bros. the pretense of frugality, of economy, the utilitarianism of the work culture. lost in the emptiness of expectation, a void they can only fill crushed together by the trash compactor of the 21st century. souls born to fill cubicles, product manufactured for the landfill. taped together, cellophaned together, grinding gift-wrapped bulges to drench the pristine white cotton with a vacuum-sealed pool of sweat and pre. the runoff of their pale bodies its own contaminant, the stain of whiteness yellow with the reality of their own microbiology

say hello, Ty T. to your bro Y.T.

the shame, the comfort, the indifference, matriculated in two folds of machine-spun. the cock cradling fly-front. that aspiration towards classical masculinity which drives the male of the species to wear boyhood briefs well into adulthood

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commence daily briefswashing