Isn’t this great? A 2-pack of boxer shorts? One pair covered in ice creams, and one in cherries? I know. We are running out of ideas over here. We’re years in and somehow still not bankrupt. Proud? My mom definitely isn’t. She always says, “Get a real job, you stupid stone boy. I’m ashamed of you. Our neighbor Helga has a lovely son. He works at a bank and buys her flowers every Wednesday.”