I don’t have to explain what a wedgie is, right?
It is, of course, when your underwear gets crammed (or wedged, as it were) into your ass crack.
I tried to come up with a delicate, flowery way of saying that and was completely at a loss.
Sam and Jack either do not get wedgies, don’t care that they get them, or know how to fix the problem themselves.
Quinn, on the other hand…
He gets ’em, you better believe he cares that he gets ’em, and he seems to not have a clue as to how to fix ’em. In fact, a wedgie will send him into paroxysms of panic.
“I have a wedgie! I have a wedgie!” he’ll shriek as he spins in circles trying to locate the problem. “I have a wedgie!”
I think it might be wrong for me to think this is as funny as I do. And I’m almost positive it’s wrong to laugh at his anguish and then post about it on the internet, but I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything so hilarious.
Who else wants to join me in my handbasket? Last stop: Hell.