Lindsanity: Seriously, it looks like Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab didn't heed his Mom's advice to always wear nice underwear in case you get hit by a bus.
Lindsanity: Or try to blow up a plane full of women and children.
Christal: Haha, indeed.
Lindsanity: It's totally not his A-underwear
Lindsanity: It's laundry-day panties.
Christal: What I was wondering was, why would you wear a cheap pair of tightie-whities (well, yellowies) when you needed to stuff an entire plane-exploding device in them?
Christal: If there was ever a day for boxers ...
Christal: Or at least boxer briefs.
Lindsanity: Boxer briefs!
Christal: But this. I don't even have that kind of elastic waist on my gym shorts.
Christal: That I used to wear in the fifth grade.
Christal: I don't even know where you'd get that kind of underwear.
Lindsanity: They look like they've already been in a museum for 200 years.
Christal: They DO. They're like mummy undies.
Lindsanity: Do we know the brand?
Christal: I mean, it's gotta be sub-Jockey. Let me check the Post, I bet they have it.
Lindsanity: Because I'd like to see Fruit of the Loom or Hanes put out a defensive press release.
Lindsanity: "Our underwear is not intended to contain explosive material."
Christal: (The Post calls them "frighty whities," but they don't have the label.)
Lindsanity: My headline would have been "Skidmarks of Doom."
Christal: I think there was a kid in my tent at summer camp with that nickname.
Christal: To me, what I first thought of when I saw the pic on the cover of the Daily News ...
Christal: was that it looked like a white (well, yellow) dove of peace.
Christal: I mean, stick that in the window of the seventies-era church I grew up going to, and it could be the frickin' Holy Spirit.
Christal: A rumpled, explosive-strewn, charred-testicle-smelling dove.
Christal: Of peace.
Christal: That's got to mean something.
Lindsanity: Let's just be glad this didn't happen the week before Halloween.
Christal: Oh God, yeah. Gross. The gays would have a field day with this costume.
