Jesus CHRIST there was a lot of packaging. Getting briefs out of a package was like opening up a new iPod or something. I'm used to just ripping open the bag-o-cloth and dumping it in the washer. After 15 minutes I have three different pieces of tape on me and my trash can is full of cardboard on which there are pictures of well-muscled young gay men.
I bet rich people spend all their time fighting packaging.
You have now read my internet diary article about my underwear. You're glad!