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We've all been there (those of us who've touched a woman's torso). The passion. The heat. The clasp. The smug, "maybe you should practice this when I'm not home." The smugger, "maybe I do!" Now here's the solution.
Who doesn't dream of wandering the fields of ancient Japan, wielding a katana for truth and justice? Though the samurai age is long over, you can still ennoble your privates with awesome samurai underpants.
I've been staring at this ad for hours and I still can't really figure out who Japanese company Wish Room's Man Bra (or, as Seinfeld fans would probably call it, The Bro) is for. Drag queens unsatisfied with the options at their local Victoria's Secret? Dudes with a fear of nipple chaffing? Kevin James? Either way, this manssiere is promising to make you feel just as purdy as the vaguely Russian-looking man modelling for them. Considering he's not even wearing one, I wonder if he has any idea what he's posing for. [Wish Room via Gizmodo Japan]
For some strange reason, an Australian woman thinks that putting for sale a photo of her cheating husband's lover underpants on eBay--along with a empty condom wrapper--is a perfect way to humiliate them both. But why just a photo? It didn't make much sense to me until I learnt about eBay's weird no-secondhand underwear rules. But still, she manages to pull it with her funny description of the "The Tart's Knickers":
Please, cease your screaming at the back, ladies, and feast your eyes on the AMXD, aka the "piddle pack." Developed by a Vermont firm, the trunks have a built-in hose and pump (stop boasting, I've heard it all before) which allows fighter pilots to relieve themselves during missions. Until the AMXD, or Advanced Mission Extender Device, came along, the fliers had three options open: diapers; keep it all in, causing potential bladder damage; or let it all out, running the risk of debilitating headaches—or even crashing the plane. More below.
Moving the world forward one inch at a time, Philips has developed underpants that can monitor your blood pressure. And no, before you get your hopes up (this post is a trap!,) the sensors are not where where you think but on the waistband. We can only hope the final models are better looking than the zero-sex-appeal patent shot after the jump.
This bra-and-pants set in astroturf a fetching shade of public-convenience green towelling is, aspazzarently, part of underwear manufacturer Triumph's Autumn-Winter collection. As well as a whacking great panel of photovoltaic cells on the front of it (useful for winterwear, don't you think?) there's an electronic "scoreboard" and a built-in beverage holder (I am not making this up, I swear) that I thought looked more like those gel-filled pouches that the pneumatically-challenged use to boost their cleavage, and that Google Translate was having an off-day. Until I saw the picture of the lay-dee model showing off the gear with a drinking straw tucked down the side of the bra.
Normally, I would get excited about these pants with a daisy that changes colour when next to your hot hot skin. But it's Monday today, and Monday's the day I do the washing and the ironing. Tuesday is J.'s day for LEGO—he's currently attempting to do the Kama Sutra out of bricks, Wednesday we're watching all Flight of the Conchords episodes back-to-back, Thursday I'm teaching the dog how to mow the lawn, Friday is National Morris Dancers Day, Saturday I'm learning how to make a lava lamp using a paperclip, boogers, an old milk bottle and our bedside lamp. So, it'll have to be Sunday. Hang on, I've just seen the price. Thirty bucks? I feel a headache coming on. [Ethical Superstore]
Originally when our eyes beheld this Boratesque laptop under garment, we figured it was only good for a quick chuckle and, if we were lucky, maybe a crude tire tracks reference. But when we read more about this amazing piece of cloth, we learned that it was one loving mother's solution to a child's broken laptop hinge. We're sorry, did we just write "loving mother?" We meant to use the words "spiteful and spawn-hating." [flickr via make]
Until I saw these, I thought that the pantsular affliction of cameltoe was something to be ashamed of. Not in Japan, apparently. These flesh-coloured party pants look like the Nurse Ratched of the lingerie world, and it seems like they do to your nether regions what a good bra does to your upper one—lift and separate. Judging by the pics on the packet (the plastic one) these things are aimed at blokes—they look like man-thighs to me—so I guess they're for costume parties. Anyone with more information than me about these 13-buck knickers, feel free to share your knowledge in the comments. [Tokyo Times]
