Roxy: My pink french knickers covered in graffiti writing, 'cause they make me imagine someone has graffitied on them, and that gives me a warm and colloquial feeling inside.
Kris: They are made of barbed wire, and sing when I run.
Dave: I don't know, any that don't cut off the circulation to my balls. Well, either that, or this pair of hot pants that I'm wearing.
Lois: The pants which are from Rachael for Christmas. They are a-maze-ing. And they have a-maze-ing written on them. They also have "it's all gravy" on them. You can't get better pants than that.
Mike: Underwear? What's that? Is that a kind of food, because if so, it sounds yummy.
Abi: I never wear undies. I go commando, baby.
Bertie: The ones that are made from my fish.
Sam: Patterned, because they are my most expensive ones.
Joe: Do they have to be mine?
Tom: The ones with your face on, so that I always know that you are nearly giving me head (yeh. Nice, Tom. Thanks for that one).
Hannah T.: Cor, Cassie, getting intimate now, are we? You're moving a bit too fast for me, I don't give out detaiuls like that easily!
Oli Gill: Calvin Klein black boxers, they are the biggest ones I have, which means I don't hang out either end and the strap is comfy.
Emma: Shit, that is SO HARD.
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