Does anyone elses wife decide which of her husband's clothes are not needed?
Going on holiday recently I looked for my flying underpants, (a pair of retro, quality 'Y' fronts) which are brilliant for halting the crush on the wedding tackle from the seam of a pair of jeans when sitting in the aircraft seat, when I complained to my wife that she had thrown out my 'Y' fronts without out them even getting to the affectionate distinction of being called "Shreddies".
She went out and bought another pair, not retro but a tiny pair of modern ones which when put on squeezes the wedding tackle into a ball, and gives the impression of a loaded sling shot.