Don't Even Try It

While getting my crap together for Europe, I started to wonder: where do old socks and undies go? I certainly don't throw them away. And I don't wear them until they disintegrate off my body. It's a mystery that I don't think will ever be solved, like the Loch Ness Monster, UFO's, and why ice cream is so fun to eat. Any traveler (or dude) can tell you that the frequency of doing laundry is a direct function of how many undies you have. f(x), where f is the frequency of doing laundry, and x is the pairs of underwear you have, approaches but never reaches zero as x increases. It's graph would be an asymptote. Basically what I'm trying to say is that half of my pack I'm taking to London is just straight up boxers.

Seriously. No ball games? So many caption possibilities...