Green Boxer Briefs

Seriously need to get laid.

Almost jumped on a pair of green boxer briefs. And bit it off the cute owner.

So how does this happen? Simple enough formula if you think about it. Just add weeks of celibacy with hours of boredom. Then sprinkle a persuasive hunk of a drug pusher.

Drug pushers. Really, we doctors are always dead jealous of these clever folks who come by to peddle their medical merchandise. Not only do they come in all sleek and glamorous in suits and ties, they also come in right at the moment when we're looking our sheer drabbiest. Ugly Stepsisters, I swear. Drenched in sweat, blood and other bodily gunk, with our dishevelled clothes shockingly askew after squabbling with staff and patients, and with our hair sticking up at all ends after scrambling from one emergency to the next.

Doctors calm and collected? Nah. Mostly shellshocked-tired by the end of the day.


You mean you wanted shorter boxer briefs?

So we never look as perfectly kitted out as the snazzy drug pushers who come by. Like this fellow Green Boxer who came by today. Not only did he resemble a lithe collegiate student, he was also all rosy-cheeked, youthful and shockingly enthusiastic about his products.

And about his home state. Something that he waxed lyrical about even as he changed to leave the operating theatre.

Boxer : It's a wonderful place. You'll love it here.
Paul : I wouldn't be so sure about that! Maybe tolerate.
Boxer : But it sounds like such a wonderful opportunity! Gives you the time to truly appreciate the wonders of Borneo.
Paul : I'm really appreciating it right now, I tell ya.

Which was true since he'd stripped down to a pair of green boxer briefs just about then. Doing a helluva lot of appreciation right about then.

And I suddenly had this uncontrollable urge to bite his tight ass. Seriously. So whatever the boy was raving about - something about the beauteous natural wonders of Mulu - went straight out of my head as I wondered about the equally arresting natural curves of his behind. Forget the Pinnacle. We already have our own phallic symbols right here I'd like to explore.

Boxer briefs. You don't see them that often. Briefs are the usual that I see around here - with the occasional smattering of boxers. But rarely boxer briefs.

Hmm. Memorable.