> Be proud of the skid stains. They prove you are human. It is rustic. Down to earth. Let the mud be.
As you know I am a nose guy. After every laundering I smell the undies. So far nothing. They are clean. But it would be nice to have stainless undies in case one day someone offers to do my laundry for me. As things stand now I have just enough ego left to not want my shit stained undies seen by other people, some of whom may have worse stains in their undies than I. I know guys who send their laundry out to be done. I couldn't do that. Couldn't afford it anyway. Plus, for me there wouldn't be much savings in way of time as I have no car anyway. I have to walk or take the bus to the drop off spot, so I may as well just stay there and do it myself instead of having to come back the next day to pick the crap up.
Yes, I knew a guy who was proud of his shit stains. Jack (the Moose) Moussa from the Hollywood poolroom. A hell of a character. Always had a little car. And the cars he owned always stunk. He knew it. One day he got out and went to the hatch back and pulled out a pair of highly stained undies and began flopping them around at the gas station yelling, "Look at 'em, look at those fucking stains - can you believe it?" I did this with other things as well. I know he was deep down embarrassed by it. But he also knew if he could show it to anyone I would be that guy. He was one hell of a character. Always brightened up the room. Another one who is dead already. He would disappear for months, work out with weights and chew uppers to lose weight, then appear wearing a toupee looking like Tony Curtis who was his idol, I guess cause someone once told him he looked like Curtis. But other times The Moose would appear fat and bald with saggy tits. He once had those tits operated on. Had fat sucked out of them. He went back a second time. He confided this to me. The doctor advised him not to get the operation because he is dark skinned and it could leave scars. Moose was half Arab and half Italian. But he insisted on the operation, so the doctor did it. When he was in fat self deprecating mode he would often pull up his shirt and yell, "Get a fucking look at those why don't you?", flopping his tits around, the nipples scarred from where the fat was sucked out. He did not need even the first operation but he wanted the pecs of Steve Reeves. He was never satisfied. Sort of like some kind of odd male anorexia type thing, only not for the whole body, more just for the pec. "Doc, don't you understand, I want Steve Reeves pecs. You gotta take out more fat."