That's the point of it being called underwear. It's suppose to go under your clothes. I see the young ladies pass by my office and for starters, their top is wayyyyy too small which rides up and then the pants are wayyyyy too low and therefore I see thongs (ooops, hold on, I think I just threw up in the back of my mouth where the hangy ball thing lies) and all kinds of
So here is my poem I made up: I don't care here or there, I don't care to see your underwear. I don't want to see it on a boat, or I may have to cut your throat. I don't want to see it at work or then I'll think you are a jerk. I don't want to see it out on the street, show somebody else your meat. I don't want to see it at the school, because you know you look like a fool. Keep your underwear where it should be, and not for the whole world to see.