Big Jim and The Twins are secure, and there's lots of freedom everywhere else.

Ok WRONG. True, they seemed comfortable at first, but I noticed that they kept riding up. So much so that it looked kinda like a friggin' whale's tail. That might look hot on the ladies, but I'm a dude -- having quasi-thong-like undergarments sticking out above my shorts just ain't cool. Plus, I found that if my wife and I aren't paying attention when folding the clothes, these things end up in her underwear drawer. I'm not a fan of having my underwear being mistaken for my wifey's.

My husband says that he isn't trusting his "goods" to just a liner, he wears underwear with them.

Do your double question marks indicate disbelief, or have you not heard that expression before? I'm not posting a picture to explain -- I'll leave that to Scout.

I'm with your hubby on that one. Naked Greeks or not, I'm not trusting my Jones Gang to a little old liner. Especially since I'm the father of two young children. Why, you ask? Well, the untold truth about being a daddy is that you accidentally get kicked/hit in The Junk. A lot. My two year old could be sitting on my lap; then he'll suddenly bolt to grab who knows what and he'll plant his little foot right on The Goods. Those cute little bastards are fast, and they don't care where they step.