So, ladies (both the female and male kind) who wear Gilly Hicks undersnackers will find themselves having a spooky effect on the mens (of both the lady and the male kind). A simple bra ‘n’ panty combo will have ’em yanking themselves out of their formal wear before you can say, ‘Half a pound of Jelly Babies, pig. And make it e-snappy.’
Another way of looking at this: An advertising company were paid billions and trillions and gazillions and several shillings to come up with a campaign to sell underwear. They came up with male nudity. Of the male kind. We could’ve told ’em that for 50p. And they’d have had some change for a Sherbet Dip Dab. Mmmmmn, Sherbet. Dip Dabs.
*puts on lily-white lady’s knickers; waits*
Wanna see a close-up of a male bottom? Of the male kind? Which will make you buy Gilly Hicks undercracker-Mc-Jacks? DO YOU? Course you do…
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