burning boxers

OK, so it all started out innocently enough. I made a bet with Anna that I'd beat her at shithead. I bet her the removal of her clothes. It was hot at the time and we were both just wearing our underwear anyway. She said no, but asked me to take off my boxer shorts because she didn't like them - you see they were old ones with long tears down the side. Somehow, I don't remember the exact train of conversation, but the bet changed to be that if I lost the game of shithead then I'd have to burn my boxer shorts and throw them out the window. I lost. I'll post the pictures on Tuesday when I get the camera software re-installed ;-) Suffice to say that a flaming pair of boxer shorts flying out of a second story window on a dark night is pretty spectacular :-))