When I’m putting laundry away, and I get to a pile of Evan’s boxers, I really have to pack them into the drawer, they barely fit. Yet he always says he needs new boxers. How can that be? After shoving and packing boxers in for the last time, and at the same time wondering what else I can get rid of in the house, he agreed there was probably a few in there that consisted more of holes than fabric. So here is one! I’m not going to show you the holes because that’s kinda weird, but believe me, it’s closer to a skirt than a short. It certainly served him well as he wore them right through. Goodbye boxers, you’ve done that dirty job that someones gotta do, and now it’s time for you to retire.