Before Christmas, Britney Spears and Paris Hilton’s partying without underwear just inspired me to write an article. I don’t know why, some things just get my imagination going. So I started the article mentioning that a gift card for Joe Boxer underwear would be a good thing to send the girls for Christmas. My girl friend and I like to lounge around in Joe Boxer, Boxers. When she read my article, she laughed and said I was out of my mind. I thought she might be right and that it was best to delete the story.
The next morning while she was getting dressed for work, she yelled out “I Hate You!” I started thinking I was in deep pooh. Then she continues by saying every time she puts on her Joe Boxer underwear, she has a picture of Brittany and Paris in Joe Boxer Winky thongs. With Christmas coming up, I was trying to punch out a few extra articles. She derails my train of thought going on about, who is Joe Boxer anyway?
When she made her comment, I was trying to write about Rosie and The Donald. Suddenly I was stuck with an image of Rosie and The Donald in a boxing ring wearing, what else, Joe Boxer, Boxer shorts. This is not a pretty picture I have in my head. A vision of Rosie O’Donald in overly tight, winky low-rise boxers is tough to rid yourself of. The article I was writing about Rosie O’Donnell and The Donald Trump was then trashed.
Now I have the worst case of writers block I have ever had. Nothing seems to help I just can’t shake that image. Playing the guitar normally helps, but all it did was start me singing the ballad of Rosie, The Donald, queens of the tight winkys.
I tried walking out back and watering the garden to clear my head. But, “Rosie, The Donald, queens of the tight winky’s” is still rambling around in my brain. I started to try a little nap, but my girlfriend, Michele calls and says she has heard that Joe Boxers are sold in vending machines up in Philly. Over the phone, in the background, I heard her co-workers telling rumors about Paris and Britney being spotted buying Joe Boxer undies from a coke machine in LAX. What have I started!
Michele’s crew at the restaurant, are all going on about Paris and Britney wearing different Joe Boxers theme undies. I am stuck at the house with an image of Rosie O’Donnell and Donald Trump in Joe Boxers. I would much rather have the restaurant’s image of Paris and Britney, than the one I have. But, I just can’t shake it.
Later that evening, Michele comes home and starts talking about how much money Britney could make advertising for Joe Boxer. Every time she gets out of a limo, Britney could flash the newest stuff in the Joe Boxer line. This crotch for rent idea is Michele’s newest get rich quick marketing scheme. While she is having a great time going on about Britney, I am still stuck with Rosie.
Finally, I just go with the flow and Google Joe Boxer. They have a great site by the way. I have no idea who Joe Boxer is, but his IT guy rocks! I surf the site and click on the women’s panty table. Ah, relief, that did the trick! I set back down at the computer finally to get a little work done. The picture of Rosie’s rotund buttocks, in overly tight, Joe Boxer Winky low-rise boxers is gone. Doh! It’s back again!
