I understand that, being born in the year of the dog, you should wear red underwear for good luck. But please keep it to yourself - showing it will not help you get lucky. I might add that it spoiled my appetite. And in any case, having met you five minutes before becoming acquainted with your undergarments, I could hardly demand or wish for such intimate confessions.
You ruined a $50 dinner.... and to boot, worked the table like you were hoping to take each of the three women present home to your boudoir.
You loser!
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