WE THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME
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It's bad enough that they are making fridges that can communicate with us now our undies? It does give new meaning to the phrase, smartie pants though. Another reason to go commando.
Posted by: nursecindy | April 30, 2010 at 02:54 PM
"Warning! Warning! Warning! My owner has eaten a burrito! Danger! Danger! Explosive decompression in Five, Four, Three, Two, One!"
Posted by: Underwear of the Future | April 30, 2010 at 02:57 PM
So now when I emit methane (a global warming gas) my undies are gonna tell on me and I'll get hit with extra carbon taxes?
The chili industrial complex will NOT be pleased.
Posted by: wiredog | April 30, 2010 at 03:03 PM
♫ "If you're happy and you know it
Then your underpants will show it..."
Posted by: trustf8 | April 30, 2010 at 03:04 PM
Code red: vital signs outside normal range
Code green: vital signs within normal range
Code blue: mood indicators trending downward
Code orange: mood indicators trending upward
Code yellow: time for new underwear
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | April 30, 2010 at 03:08 PM
mtb, code brown: Owner should be shot from at least 100 meters away.
Posted by: nursecindy | April 30, 2010 at 03:11 PM
Dude, she's googling your groin at this very moment.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | April 30, 2010 at 03:25 PM
So when your Viagra kicks in, an embedded chip begins playing Johnny Mathis' singing " Chances Are " ?
Posted by: Clankie | April 30, 2010 at 03:31 PM
I refuse to let Microsoft into my underpants! Can you imagine what the Blue Screen of Death would feel like???
Posted by: Allen at Division | April 30, 2010 at 03:31 PM
What, no boxers?
Posted by: Layzeeboy | April 30, 2010 at 03:34 PM
♫I writhe in thongs that make the whole world think.♫
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 30, 2010 at 03:36 PM
What's the big deal? Women are always telling us we do all our thinking down there already, amirite?
Posted by: KJP | April 30, 2010 at 03:37 PM
OMFG! Now there's an app for THAT?!
Posted by: bonmot | April 30, 2010 at 03:47 PM
He thought he could hide his erection,
with his hips in a different direction.
But she googled his lap,
applied "Find Wood" app,
and his boner could not dodge detection.
Posted by: bonmot | April 30, 2010 at 03:56 PM
Maybe they can make a sheet set out of that to let you know that you need your marriage blanket?
Posted by: jon | April 30, 2010 at 04:00 PM
Combined with these for every frat party!
Posted by: jon | April 30, 2010 at 04:03 PM
they have snazzy-graphs so you know this is real science.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | April 30, 2010 at 04:03 PM
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 7 days since my last confession. Here are my sins. Downloading from my pants now."
Posted by: Hammond Rye | April 30, 2010 at 04:09 PM
Dave's caption says "We thought this day would never come".
So Dave, does that mean that you had previously envisioned such undergarments? You really are some kind of savant genius.
Posted by: Not Yet Mature | April 30, 2010 at 05:07 PM
My "mood indicators" trend downward in hot weather. In cool weather, they trend sharply upwards. When my mother-in-law visits, they disappear.
Posted by: Steve | April 30, 2010 at 05:36 PM
"Shrinkage has occurred."
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | April 30, 2010 at 05:48 PM
Where are my posts going?
*snork* @ bonmot.
Posted by: NotSherly | April 30, 2010 at 06:04 PM
She gazed on his junk and then wrote him
words too salacious to quote 'em.
With his drawers wired up,
including his cup,
he received it right in the scrotum.
Posted by: bonmot | April 30, 2010 at 06:07 PM
Thank god I wasn't drinking beer people-- it would be all over the keyboard, cats, floor...
Posted by: Tash | April 30, 2010 at 06:54 PM
Integrating biosensors into clothing isn’t as easy as it sounds. Attention has to be paid, for instance, to the impact fabric morphology and continuous deformation (through body movement) have on sensor performance.
“Compared to wearable entertainment systems,” according to a paper published in the March 2010 issue of the journal Analyst, “on-body healthcare monitoring devices must be highly robust and durable in connection with the wearer’s daily activity.”
Won't be putting something like thatin the thong, specially before pole-dancing.
Posted by: Tash | April 30, 2010 at 07:00 PM
You guys seem really
pumped, um,happy, um,ready.... enjoying Friday!!Posted by: Tash | April 30, 2010 at 07:03 PM