I went to pickup our new TV, and being that it was sort of rainy, crappy and I had to deal with a big and bulky box, I decided to (gasp!) take my jeans out of retirement and wear them to do this task.

Now, I havent worn pants in about 5 months now, so the experience was, well, horrendous.

They still fit fine, it's just that the sensation of being cramped down there, and the constant rubbing of the fabric against the legs...and the overall feeling of being somehow imprisoned was overwhelming....

Last night's experience did it for me. Amazing how quickly you forget about pants once you become a daily kilt wearer.
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