OK this is a video (3 min), not a photo, but it is so damn funny and you are here so maybe you can watch the damn thing. I happened across it while looking for backpacks. This is why the internet exists.
Well, it looks like he covered all my Mom's rules for underwear in case of accidents. No holes, not visibly soiled or stained.
We have discussed this before. My young protege georgecostanza and I only imbibe in the finest vintages of the Bordeaux region of France. Maybe a fine merlot with our braised Wagyu beef tips, from Kobe, Japan. Perhaps a light dry white with our grilled grouse and goat cheese. Only the uncouth, such as Worster and possibly his minion snek, would partake of such a low brow boxed libation, like that above.