Back in '53 I was walking home from school and as I rounded the corner which led to my house I was confronted by a pack of wild dogs. They charged me and, although I was scared, I held my ground, bending in a defensive motion and preparing for the full assault of teeth. A whoosh of air and they were past. gone after the cat they were chasing.
I collected myself and took deep breaths, trying to calm my beating heart and praying to god that my underwear remained pure and unstained.
That was the most frightened I have been in my life -- that moment the Dobermans charged.
Until now.
Until TTH posted this image....
This time.... my underwear is stained.