Now we don’t know about you, but there’s nothing more annoying than finding a gennelman of hot repute in a nightclub, having a wee slap, tickle and hand down pants action, then losing him. It’s a modern dilemma. Such a modern dilemma, in fact, that modern dilemma deserves capitalisation. So Modern Dilemma. We feel we may have to write a book about it.
Spookily, just such a happening happened this last weekend, when we happened across a hot gennelmen (okay, several) in Mr Black down ole New York way (it was work, people. WORK!), popped over to the hot barman who we’re totally in love with (he knows. We told him. For anyone in the know, he’s the one with the ’70s pornstar ‘tache, downstairs bar, hairy chest, our future boyfriend once he dumps the one he’s with) in order to buy a drink, then totally lost all sense of direction ’cause we were off our faces on shandy booze.
This is going somewhere.
Basically, had the hot gennelmen of whom we speak been wearing these new fangled panties from Aussiebum, our Modern Dilemma might a) have been downgraded to a lower-case modern dilemma and maybe even b) been a non-dilemma. It’s the homosexual nightclub version of following teacher-holding-aloft-large-brightly-coloured-signage-on-a-school-strip-somewhere-foreign,-exciting-and-potentially-dangerous. Never will you unwittingly lose a lover again.
There’s even a dolly video showing the glow-in-the-dark panties in action. Jumpeth le jump to see it. *Pops on sunglasses*