I don’t want to get all Pol Plastino on you here… but I was sitting on the toilet this afternoon… dreaming as I do when I do… and I looked down at my boxer shorts/ginch/underwear and noticed that they have both maple leaves and skulls on them.
What a fucked up print. Is this what nationalist goths wear? I think this underwear is from Old Navy… some sort of Canada Day, national spirit series. Some pride to wrap my balls in. But what about the skulls? Why? Why did I buy this? Why am I wearing it still to this day? (probably because most my underwear is even more tragic and holy… or hole-y… as in riddles with holes, not religious)
I’ll have to chalk this up to; something my mom would buy me.
Go with yourself.
The Morning After 
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