Men are often given flack for those four or five disintegrating pairs of underwear they keep in the back of the drawer. The reason for their existence is sometimes chalked up to sentimental issues, but I think it's more of a learned survival behavior.
When you've reached the lean end of a laundry cycle, a pair of raggedy underwear is better than no underwear at all. A pair of raggedy underwear is better than underwear which has seen any sort of action.
I have a friend who takes this one step further and believes that wearing no underwear is better than underwear which has seen any sort of action. So, if he were to stay over somewhere unprepared, in the morning he would get up, take a shower, fold up his underwear, stick it in his pocket and go commando. The first reaction is to consider him a weirdo, but there's a small part of me that totally understands what he's doing.
Anyways, raggedy underwear serve as the safety buffer of the underwear drawer.
In our kitchen we have one of those big Henckel's knife blocks with the five million knives sticking out of it. When I got up this morning, the knife block was absolutely vacated. Even the fillet knife had made its way out and was in the sink. I don't remember catching a fish. Closer inspection shows margarine and toast crumbs.
Apparently, the fillet knife is the raggedy underwear of the knife block.
Apparently, it's time to do the dishes.