Last weekend I spent the night down at Trump's new hotel. It was beautiful. Had a great time. And I really meant to post that story yesterday and today. But then Gwen issued a challenge, and I did two posts on that, and then I went to Rock Bottom Brewery for free beer after work tonight, and somehow the thought of editing up those picks is just beyond me at the moment.
Don't lie and tell me you haven't stared at a blog post that you really wanted to craft, and just so didn't have the damn energy and thought, "Well, on the way home, I did see a pair of jeans lying on the sidewalk in front of my building…"
I really do wonder. Seriously. How? Can you be that drunk? Did you just forget to put your parts on after the sex was done? Because there's a belt (I so didn't check for a wallet), so it didn't fall out of somebody's laundry basket.
And my street isn't some sleepy little side street. It's a fairly decent street that has name recognition through out the city. There's car traffic, and foot traffic all hours of the day and night.
Seriously. How do you loose your pants?
I going to think it was some superhero who had to do a quick change into costume, and just goofed up. First day jitters, or something.
So people, I present to you, Spiderman's pants.
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Dagnammit so THAT's where they are.
How do you loose your pants? Or how do you lose your pants?
It's simple really. I was just loosening my pants (trousers) after a hefty meal, and then they slipped off and I lost them.
First, I'm NOT Spiderman.
Second, if you are gonna leave your house, make some motions like you're going to do so. Pick up your keys, turn off your TV, or shut your lights off. Give a guy a chance to pull his pants back up and get to the bushes quick enough.
Those jeans cost me a lot of money, and I just about had to drop my $150 pair of binoculars because you left the place so frikking fast without warning.
Why, I do believe there just may be a MAN SANS PANTS in your neighborhood, Scope. *snicker*
That is hilarious!
Kinda like when the bulletin at church announced that some items needed to be claimed in the lost and found...including a pair of pants.
How does one lose their pants?!?!?
I'm going to make it my mission to lose my pants on my birthday weekend.
Hmmm...I've been needing a new belt...
One of the great questions of the world. "How do you lose your pants?"
Interesting
Oh, we were upstairs playing strip poker, and I won!
Well, when you have a traveling S & M job, venues are hard to come by...and at times you gotta cut things short. You know how it is.
At least Superman has a phone booth to change in. Poor SpiderMan just changes where he can find a place. Poor guy!
Can't say I've lost pants, but I have lost a bra....take from that what you will!!
It's quite simple, all you need is an irate girlfriend.
Be out of the house for awhile, and presto!
I didn't know Whiskey Marie was in Chicago this week!
Maybe a homeless person found a newer pair, dumped his old ones and moved to another street so he wouldn't be ticketed for littering.
I'm checking out that new kickass header.
going to think it was some superhero who had to do a quick change into costume, and just goofed up. First day jitters, or something.
So people, I present to you, Spiderman's pants.
Soo Soo SO laughing my ass off right now.
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