I murdered my underpants!

Im sure I'll read back over this in years to come and laugh or cringe!

I was walking down St Georges Road when I became aware of just how fucking annoying my underpants had become. 

The elastic had given up the ghost many months ago, but being the kind of guy I am I get attached to things like old comfy jocks and I was extremely reluctant to part with them. These undies were over 10 years old and extremely comfy. However on this day I had simply had enough of feeling they were constantly about to fall off. 

I stopped, and with an almighty whoop I puled them out of my jeans. Below you can see the results. The front half came away and out of my jeans perfectly but the rear half and part of the gusset became wedged in my ass crack. This was now even more uncomfortable than my original dilemma. There I was hopping about on St Georges Road with my hand down my jeans trying to free my wedged gusset form my bottom. Anyone who knows St Georges Road knows it's not a quite street and not a discreet place to be hopping about with your hand deep down in your pants. 

After a little gentle persuasion my bottom gracefully released my underpants and they were freed from the grip of my buttocks.