I felt very Sex In The City this weekend laughing over mimosas as a girlfriend shared her fight or flight response to a date's fantastically regrettable underwear choice. Florescent with a subtle print of puckered lips and "Blow Me".
After the laughter subsided, I wondered, "Where does a guy get such flashy skivvies in our increasingly stylish yet puritanically influenced city of Boston?" The answer was as close as Marshall's. I snapped some pics while enjoying the sales associates' glare. Yes, I'll take all of these, and do they also come in pet sizes?