Quote Originally Posted by jagarr
wow this thread went from strange rituals to being all about underpants tearing off...fing?

can't say im angry about it.

imagine sitting in a psych101 sort of lecture hall jammed full of 400 tired kids on a monday. picture yourself standing up mid-class with a menacing scowl on your face staring straight into the professor's eyes from twenty rows back - hands shoved exaggeratedly far down your pants - and just annihilating your boxers with one berzerker-strength yank upwards clean past the top of your wasteband all the while yodel-screaming like an adamantite-clawed, half-unassuming-student-half-wolverine mutant behemoth. visualize the shreds of boxerfetti falling all around you in tickertape-sized pieces - the stunned look of your classmates...

then you hold your defeated boxers high above your head with one leg knee-bent up onto the back of the chair in front of you, perched triumphantly as if you just raised an american flag above iwo jima.

just imagine that for a second! imagine it.... and laugh.
Holy shit I laughed hard at that.