Quotes About Underwear

I still get knickers thrown on stage, but not as much as they used to. In fact, I get bloke's boxer shorts thrown on and someone rolled a coconut on stage the other night.

I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

Europeans started wearing linen underwear instead of wool. There is no record indicating that this made the Europeans less irritable, but it did make a lot more rags available.

I'm sitting at the dinner table, wearing my future mother-in-law's underwear. It's like some twisted dream that you wake up and think Crikey Moses! Thank God that didn't really happen!

Underpants! Underpants!

I do not believe in an afterlife although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I don't believe in the after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

Before he became 'a working actor,' as he now proudly calls himself, Jamie Dornan initially caught the public's attention as a model - you may remember him from those greasy underwear ads with Eva Mendes, among many others.

I referred albums to the more modern eight tracks. Albums came with sleeves which reminded me of clean underwear. Plus, the pictures were bigger, making it easier to see each follicle of Tony Orlando's shiny arm hair.

If you loathe your job, the situation is improved if you can do it in your underwear. Drunk. *

To answer your next question: boxers. Plain blue boxers. No smiley faces. No hearts.

I got some new underwear the other day. Well, new to me.

Equipment for ghost hunters: thermal underwear, very important; warm coat; thermos flask; patience; ghost.

There was a flash, a roar and, for Hayes at least, an unwelcome surprise. The force of the blast lifted him clean off the deck and hurled him into the water, from which he emerged, concussed and bedraggled, minus his pipe, shorts and pants. March-Phillipps's men were astonished by the spigot's power. Not many weapons could relieve a man of his underwear.

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear—each is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

It takes a certain kind of mind to interpret smidgens of fecal matter found in underwear as an ectoplasmic calling card rather than an ordinary by-product of a minor lapse in hygiene. It takes, I would think, a mildly psychotic kind of mind. Crawford's

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exactly what she honed in on. He spit and put his mouth under the tap to get some water. All while just wearing underwear. All while she just stared at the crucial spot of the Action Pants.

I love Calvin Klein underwear. That's the only kind of underwear I wear.

It is a point of pride for the American male to keep the same size Jockey shorts for his entire life. And so you have a man with a brand-new 40-inch waist who is trying to get into size 36 Jockey shorts, a man who is now wearing a combination of supporter and tourniquet. Proud men have gone to the brink of gangrene to maintain the interior fashion of their youth.

You can always trust a man who tucks his shirt inside his underpants.

Honestly, I sleep best wearing nothing. But with kids, I've learned to sleep with underwear very close by, if not wrapped around one of my feet, so I'm ready to go if something happens.

Fat Gandhi was resplendent in what looked to be a yellow zoot suit. "The cash is in that bag?" "It isn't in my underwear," Myron said.

I'm willing to negotiate on undergarments.