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[yagathai]

I only have one pair of underwear right now, and it's the pair I wore to sleep last night (which is unusual enough, honestly, as I mostly sleep commando-style), and it reeks of smoke and, well, two-day old guy's underwear. I washed it in the hotel bathtub with some bath soap this morning along with most of the rest of our clothes, since I'll need to wear something out to a clothing shop to buy clothes for the next couple of days. It didn't get out all or even most of the burning house smell, but it helped a little. My roommate is over on the other side of the room drying them out using the iron.

Guys, I don't know how exactly to say this, but... under a hot iron, my underwear smells like barbeque. Seriously.

It's disturbing.

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[terraprime.livejournal.com]

Is should come as no surprise to you, I hope, that your description of the barbecue smell from your underwear elicited multiple depraved mental images in my head concerning, food, tastiness, male gonads, and dirty underwear fetishers, all at the same time. It is, as Whyte Queen once said, a process of synergy.