My ex husband had a bad habit of not wearing underwear and another bad habit of only wiping his ass halfway.

As you might imagine, this would result in epic skid marks in his jeans and pants that had to be washed every time he wore them. They wore out/looked old very quickly as they had to be washed in hot water and even though he had a blue collar job, he still needed to look presentable so his pants needed to be replaced often; an expense we didn’t need.

I tried for YEARS to get him to wear underwear, but he simply would not. Then one day he was at a jobsite and went to slide into the front seat of his vehicle. Somehow the inseam/crotch intersection of his jeans got wrapped around his scrotum and gave it a good twist (something I often wished I could do).

By the time he got home that evening, his nut sack was the size of a softball and he had a fever of 101. He declined going to the doctor until the next morning when his fever was 103 and the scrotum was closer in size to a grapefruit.

Off we went to the emergency room to get him pumped full of antibiotics. He told the doctor how it happened and the doc asked what type of underwear he’d had on. I was so vindicated listening to the doctor have to tell a 43 year old man all about wearing tighty whiteys since one’s scrotum sags and lengthens over time and for testicular health they need the support of underwear. He also went on about a patient who had let the damage go so far after an incident similar to this, that he had to have his testicles removed.

Need I say more? From that day on, he even slept in tighty whiteys.