The Panty Dropper via In the Powder Room

Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be This Guy

A couple of months back my husband and I were driving with the kids when we had the unfortunate luck of running into the Panty Dropper. He was stopped at a light a couple of lanes to the left of us.

After a very inconvenient return to our house to retrieve another pair, I decided it was my duty to create a to do list for anyone who should find themselves in this same embarrassing circumstance.

1. Show You Care, Bring a Spare: this way you don’t have to head back home or make an unnecessary stop at your local Target or Kohl’s.

2. Give yourself a big old pat on the back. No matter how far along in life you are, you can be comforted that: A. You are not the asshole also known as the Panty Dropper, or B. You are not sitting in the passenger seat.

3. Try to get a picture: this way you can alert your friends that he is in the area, and you have actual proof that such a thing exists.

4. If you have daughters: explain to them that they are never to date a douchey guy like the Panty Dropper. A truck decorated like that is a definite deal breaker.

5. If you have sons: explain to them that it’s never cool to be that dude, I mean ever. Classy guys get higher-grade pussy. This guy picks up the chicks he finds at Walmart.

6. Consider the amount of time and effort the Panty Dropper put into designing, creating and applying that decal. Brainstorm about how many useful things could have been brought forth into the world with that kind of enthusiasm.

7. Hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wife, and hide yo’ husband.

Helena Chase is a stay at home mom to two little girls and two bad dogs. She is a decent wife, pretty good cook, and an expert at coming up with new crap to be interested in. She has a degree in Anthropology from the University of Florida that she has done absolutely nothing with.

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    • says

      Normally when I see things like this I try to imagine the AHA moment when the person thought this was a good idea. My brain was incapable of going down that path.

  1. says

    #6….right? That did take some effort. Ugh. I can only hope that my sons don’t turn out douchy like this. I can handle a lot but this…no.

    • says

      That’s what took this guy to the next level of Jack Assery! I can see a sexist joke amongst friends, and even a drunken “hey you know what would be sooo funny”, but actually taking the time to create and proudly display it…that takes a special kind of Asshole.

  2. says

    I just. What the. How did. Why?

    I’m just amazed he had the wherewithal and capacity to figure out how a sticker worked. I’m betting he had to get someone else to do it for him.