Yupe, underwear you buy, that are stained all ready (but not with real crap, of course).
“Imagine you’re flirting with some guy and you take him home,” says Watson. You look over and slung over your chair is a foul pair of underwear. You’re like, ‘What the hell is that?! Get out of my house!’
“If he was wearing our pants, he could say, ‘Hey, Rebecca. Don’t worry. They come that way.’ And he gives you the name of the website and he’s off the hook.”
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