Operation "New Gotchies" a year later: In the end

Salutations I proclaim to all the multitudes and multitudes of fans that are once again joining me for a thrilling new tale of wonder! I know your all wondering where I've been for so long and what amazing nuggets of truth I shall proclaim to the masses. Well, it's a tale that I would really have to seriously dumb down so everyone could understand. This is something that I am certainly not going to do. I will not succumb to your day to day mundane descriptions of a journey so grande that one could only understand if said person I was explaining this too was actually accompanying me... So I just plain won't.

Ok, so I wasn't on a grande adventure. I was just damned lazy and uninspired to write. Well... That and I finally realized... Wait a second, I don't have to explain myself to any of you! What the hell! I'm turning into some hipster doofus here.

So after a much awaited new blog, I figured I'd start out with something a little on the lighter side of things. I have exactly 24 new blog titles that are awaiting my gracious time to write, but some are a little, well, less than tasteful. So to draw you all back in, I'm going to start out slow and then when your not looking, I'm going to throw a trout at your face! BAM! You won't know what hit you, but then you'll look at the ground see the trout and think to yourself "Oh yeah, he said he was going to do that." So with no further stalling, here is my story...

Operation new gotchies a year later: In the end

Well it's now a year later and my drawers are laced with drawers haha! Ok, lame. But seriously, my dresser is partially filled with new and semi new gotchies. Thats right folks, this past year has been filled with the amazing comfort and fit of the boxer brief variety of gitch.

When I wrote the original gotch blog I was only in day 2 of wearing them and already at that point I was quite taken with this amazing new to me male undergarment. Naturally it seemed like it was the only real gotch to wear. It wasn't as restricting as the regular brief, it has MUCH more support than the boxer and not as provocative as the bikini brief which is really like man panties or "manties".

Now a year later I've purchased many a pair of the goodness that are boxer briefs. Though I still have all my old gotchies as backup, and still wear them occasionally when I haven't done laundry in a few weeks... I'm a bachelor, what can I say?

I do have to say after the initial weirdness of my first purchasing extravaganza at Walmart, the purchasing aspect of gotch didn't seem so odd. I actually purchased more later that fateful week, and even more as the year went on.

Other than my occasional romp through the house with nothing more on me than the boxer briefs, the odd gotch dance I do, playing guitar in nothing but gotch, sitting in my gotch on the new leather furniture, sleeping in gotch, chasing kids down the street with a stick wearing only gotch, there's nothing too much to report really...

In conclusion I have to rate the boxer brief as a 8.5 out of 10. I still get the occasional ride up my ass crack and sometimes the leg cuffs stretch a bit and bunch up a bit, but I certainly don't have to deal with the problems of any other gotch! Well, I do when I don't do laundry, but thats my own damned fault.

So that's pretty much it ladies and germs. I'm a converted boxer brief wearer. I don't think I'll go any other way ever again. Perhaps I'll grace the afterlife commando though. If I'm going to live an eternity I might as well do it free and hangin' loose!