TheMisfit said..
You've got your foulweather gear on, you're trussed up like a Xmas turkey, you have to climb on to the bottom mast step to adjust something, but in all that fat gear it's not easy. You have to put some effort in to get your leg up that high.
You fiddle about with halyards and flappy bits and descend back to the deck only to realise your undercrackers are vanishing into a dark recess that is currently only accessible if you fully disrobe.
Which of course isn't possible because, hey look, Squall coming!
The grimmace as the weather hits you, including the pelting hale storm isn't just because your face is stinging but because somewhere in a place that only you know about is something that needs fixing.
Yeah, so I wrote about it and my little voyage of discovery. Anyone else have this happen to them or is it just me?
http://www.boogie-nights.org/2015/11...etween-us.html
You're talking about the 'Great Australian Wedgie' It's something mates often give
each other after a few beers (don't ask). Of course our very own Lifesavers do it on
the instruction 'Chock Your Cossies' when rowing into shore. So..yes...having your
undies vanish up your bum is something we happily live with.