Well, there was this pair of boxer shorts that I wore 'till they went to kingdom come. One day, I'm fetching them from the launrey and notice how large the fly (in the front) appeared. Suddenly, I come to find out that that's actually the rear end my undergarment!
So, here I am, holding this pair of boxers, baffled, when both my grandmother and (IIRC) my younger brother come into the room. My brother, being the clever and snide guy he is, does this little quip about how unusual that is. My grandmother - despite her long lack of good jokes - says the one thing that just about makes it a crack-up: she says "It's a blow-out!"
Overall, I don't remember that pair splitting when I was in the middle of something (somewhat soft fabric) or if it was in the wash. Me, I'm a rather trim but sometimes strenuously busy guy, so I tend to take better care of myself than many of my things.
