The Miraculous Boxers That Came In The Night.

It started like every other day started in Dublin, at noon. I awoke to the smell of sausages and weirdly cut bacon. Actually, none of this is true. I awoke to the usual smell of the bunkhouse - alphagetti. And, it was closer to around ten. We headed down for breakfast which did consist of sausages and bacon. When I got back to the room I was informed that they were changing the bed frames. They literally threw all of the crap off of my bed and when I arrived back later on in the evening all of my stuff was back to where it had started.

I took my time getting ready for bed that night. Flossed, brushed my teeth, put on my pyjamas, and climbed into bed. I went to fold my pillow in half so that it would be the size of one normal pillow when what should I find but a pair of men's boxers.

I don't know where they came from. We came up with two ideas about where they came from.

1. They accidentally got put under my pillow when they were remaking the beds, instead of under their rightful owners pillow.
2. The sex god in our room put them under my pillow to be like, "Hey, come warm up my bed baby."

I prefer to go with number two, but number one is what probably really happened. Too bad. Also, don't find it creepy that I wear them. They are SO comfortable. And I washed them roughly three* times before I wore them.


*thousand