Chuck

Hi. My name is Chuck, and I am Pop's favorite underwear. Though Pop isn't my favorite owner. In fact, I don't like any of my owners. (He is a used underwear. Many people have bought him and returned him.) Why you might ask? Because my face... is on the inside.
It was a nice day and Pop was coming home from school. He looked uncomfortable. So he ran to his room, dropped all his stuff on his bed and ran straight to the bathroom. But when he pulled down his pants, it already happened. So he took all his clothes off, and got a fresh new pear of clothing. His new underwear he was putting on was me. Because he just pooped, his butt wasn't to clean. How do I know? Because that's where my face was. You think that's gross, it gets worse when he sits down. Like if IT couldn't get any closer.You think that's gross? Wait until he goes to bed. At night, Pop is always moving around, making my face getting mushed against my face. And believe it or not, that's pretty much as bad as it gets.