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I think the awkwardness of buying underwear while travelling is not so much the perception of being the lover of gay porn but the question of what the purchaser did to soil so badly the underwear that was packed for the trip.


Have you taken a close look at your Esquire magazines lately? If anything gives you that feeling of awkwardness it would be that magazine. Every single advertisement features men that look gay in one way or another.


Good cover stating on your blog that the dinner with your coworker was completely platonic. That will fool them.

I'm not buying underwear from a model that looks Homer Simpson.

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