mike bought me this awesome white and red jockstrap from a local mom and pop's, gary and gil's, flower shop in montreal, quebec. i was visiting him while he was teaching at concordia and american airlines had lost my luggage and i was without all of my straps and didn't know what to do in a foreign country — in an alien quebecrois tongue — without any of my jockstraps on my person. so mike went out to the flower shop around the corner — 'tulip lane' — and bought this fine butch strap for me. i think mike basically wanted to keep it for himself but once i slipped my tight ass between the straps i knew it was mine for the keeping. as it turned out, my daughter barbara really likes this model, so i let her wear this jockstrap whenever the menegitis from the cerebral palsy is really bad. in any case, it's good to know that canada makes some quality jockstraps, eh? 2007.