Talk about a modern-day superhero! Inglewood, New Zealand priest Gary Husband which, come to think of it, is a real funny name for a priest you must admit, has volunteered to undertake a Panty Pilgrimage. It seems the town has been knickerless since the local store stopped carrying ladies’ underwear over a year ago. Apparently, neither the internet nor the Sears catalogue are available in this remote corner of Kiwilandia either, which of course makes the crisis all that much more severe.
The priest organized ad-hoc panty raids to the neighboring settlement of New Plymouth, but now, thanks to the fervent prayers of his parishioners, a regular bus schedule has been organized and paid for by the government.
Council’s operations director Rob Phillips says the Tranzit Coachlines trips will be subsidised for a year “to ensure people were really serious about buying those new knickers – and anything else that might take their fancy”.
That’s contemporary socialism for you. From each according to her ability, to each according to how she feels about the Disney print granny panties they happened to have in stock. But it’s not a trivial issue; no indeed, it could accurately be called seminal, at least once more of the local fellows get involved.
In a world fraught with the threat of terrorism, the very last thing you want to do is turn an entire gender into commandos.
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“In a world fraught with the threat of terrorism, the very last thing you want to do is turn an entire gender into commandos.” – excellent, you are the blogmeister.
Merci bien. I was rather proud of this one.
So, let me get this straight. Somehow, the lack of readily available women’s underwear in a New Zealand town could have parallels to the origins of the Boer War?
I’d like to see who becomes the General Smuts who arises from this one . . . .
That makes one of us.
“Talk about a modern-day superhero! Inglewood, New Zealand priest Gary Husband which, come to think of it, is a real funny name for a priest you must admit..”
Not if you drop the “r” from his first name.
So the whole town’s knickerless for over a year. Why would that be a crisis?
This also occurred to me, but maybe it’s chilly down there. You don’t want to get chapped, god knows!
In that case, wouldn’t quick training in a new use for ChapStik have been easier and more fuel-efficient?
Do you know how much ChapStik that would take?