Bought a pack of 6 boxer shorts off of EBay, and they’re comfortable and prettily patterned and for some reason have a button on the front flap, and when you wake up from a deep sleep in need of a piss and you’re faced with a button where there’s no reason for a button to be you’d be amazed at how useless one’s fingers become, like they’ve never unfastened a button in their sixty six year old lives. To think these are the digits that could button and unbutton the top button on a dress shirt, or manage a piss at a urinal one handed, or delicately unfasten a brassiere mid kiss…. By now the dong has said fuck it and works it way out over the elastic hem of the shorts to piss away with abandon not having to unbutton anything. It may not be able to do much without bones, joints and muscles, that dong of mine, but it’s not stupid.